ABC poem:
A garden is full of,
Blooming fruits.
Cucumbers, cauliflower and
Dozens of roots.
Enriched with soil,
Flowers grow too.
Giving your garden, A
Home of its own.
Ironically, though. Your garden will grow.
Just like you, and your soul.
**** the weeds, and
Love will grow.
Many weeds will come and go, but
New plants need room to grow.
Over time, you will get tired, but
Picture a life with no fresh flowers.
Questions like that, make me
Remember, to
Share God's beauty,
To all who enter.
Usually seeds aren't too expensive, but the
Value of fresh food is
Wanted by many.
Xquisite gardens are hard to come by,
You have to take pride, with
Zest and delight!