Grandpa said, 'Colourful flowers will bloom,
And the garden will satisfy each:
Bees will engage in collecting nectars;
Wasps won't eat insects, but will drink dew;
Instead of rotten flesh, butterflies
Will lick the aphids' juice, carefully
If thou sow seeds of multi-species'.

Then, all came out, ploughed, dug together
Removed rooted weeds and fertilised
All looked blissful, worked untiringly,
Cared not injuries, wounds and death, too.
Too hard was land; hit, broke lumps of clays.
Wow! Ranch got ready when watered it
Then, came his dream true: seeds sowed as said.

Dusk enveloped light, right after that
Tired were they, and got together again
To enjoy; all drank, danced, fought to kill.
Trampled the sowed field, damaged seeds all.
Grandpa's dream of/for/by, filled with tears
Saw them lately observe the garden
And said, "Beckett,  …waiting for Godot".