Poetry

Springtime and harvest will always be.
It may bring bounty for you and me.
The gardener's hands meet the demands.
They prepare the bounty of the land.
 
If you wish to travel abundance way.
Learn to garden and to stay.
The oldest profession is still here today.
Plants and herbs do find their way.
 
Plants prepare the nutrients from the soil.
The same soil formed you to toil.
Care for the labors of the day.
Prepare a bounty, let it stay.
 
There is joy in garden ways.
Learn the wonders it displays.
They are in gardens big and small.
Place a pot on the window sill.