Garden Children Sprout at Last

Some are made and don't quite live

I do not care of these things we buy

So please forgive, it's how I live

I stand alone with green thumbs

Not like many with stacks of funds

I cultivate with love, and just for fun

We call them eggs

They call them seeds

Either way all life starts with these

I'm going to grow some friends of my own

Not one, two, or three oh no

An Eden's garden is what I foresee

My mother's earth her soil's pure

A perfect place for life to stir

My baby seeds are placed at last

Now to let the autumn days go pass

Daily feedings, life's great gift

The rain and sun make them lift

To the sun they raise their hands

And look to it like fellow man

As they slowly spout right out

My perfect babies don't scream or shout

They rise so quickly to the sky

When spring time came they shot so high

The buds opened up their womb

And spread a sweet pleasant bloom

And as time pass they'll be dead at last

But rest assure they will be back

They may be plants but they make love

And reproduce, by seeds thereof