NaPoWriMo Day 5: Eve on Willow Herbs

I grow flaws in my garden, and they are beautiful,

The herb bearing seeds sow the flesh into fruits of a tree yielding seed.

My neighbour's eyes have turned into summer brown bee orchis,

I reap flaws in my garden and they preserve my kind of wonderful

The fruits don't fall far from the tree but the seeds go places and leave  traces.

Into one's garden a little poet tree must fall.