A little sprig of tiny green leaves,
light green with almost invisible red border,
it seemed to spread its arms towards me,
will you take me for yours?

My green thumb whispered,
" I am no good, don't take it,
it will just wither away and die,
and you will rue it for sure."

But going against its whispers,
I scooped up the precious bundle,
and brought it home.
And there it sat on my sunny window ledge,
Cheerful and freshness galore.

A little watering and warm sunny hugs,
Soon the darling started flowering and flourishing,
giving out little orange and white roses,
Little thrills ran along my spine ,
As I touched its fine and silky petals,

My green thumb was celebrating its success,
And I drank its beauty everyday,
Today, it stands proud with glorious velvet bunches,
Looking at me and singing to me,
"Didn't  I say , take me for yours?"