Help with Lies

Here is one of my poems I really struggled with to incorporate the concept of "lies" into.

Any feedback in regards to lies or making it stronger? It's rather long.

The Garden:

A garden seems like nothing lying alone,

Dry tears, for not asking,

Its greenery sprouts everything on the blue earth,

More than a child would wont for his belly,

He has stumbled into the garden,

Yet he feels restless.

In time the garden will die,

Leaving tender soil to absorb the next pollination,

To grow, to gather, anything it may,

Whatever it wants by the help of a farmer,

For he knows weeding the garden does nothing,

Yet to help himself grow.

Each second he wishes to be in this sanctuary,

Worsening as he waits,

Ignoring this garden is like ignoring himself,

He does not want to wait.

He does not want to sleep.

He does not want to eat.

All he can do is sit on a bench aside,

Waiting for the rain to come while wishing to tend and till,

Weeding seems benevolent,

Without seeds to be laid,

There is nothing to be shared.

The Sun's rotation divides itself waiting to set.

The farmer is no good at gardening

And the garden is no good at growing

But they are both here to try

Neither needs to respond when asked for help,

Both tend to each other,

So that they may then tend to themselves.

Thanks for the help!