The woods
are perfect.
Not all seeds prosper,
is this what you meant?

Dear child
The woods are perfect
In their wooding ways
Not all seeds prosper
as you know

Dear god
Why not?

Dear Child
It is the way of perfect woods
that the exact co-ordinates
of every seed is noted,
numbered too are the drops of rain
per inch of soil, the ferocity of wind
the depths of ice and hours of sun.
Every foot print of every size is measured.
The woods are perfect
If only you could see
that perfectness as different
to the neat and tidy lawns you have
and gardens full of strangers.