My Garden

Three seeds were planted each in a special way. They were watered and nurtured and fed every day . As each one of them sprouted and began to grow, I knew in my heart I could never let them go. As my three flowers bloomed Oh to my suprize they were absolutly beatiful and brought tears of joy to my eyes. Along with the seasons my flowers changed to only to become more beatiful with every morning dew. I knew in my heart one day they must go, and create there own garden for which it will be an honor to show. As the golden sun begins to set beatifully in the sky the moon begins to rise oh so very high. My three beatiful flowers dance in the moon light eagerly awaiting the star lite night. Oh how my three beatiful flowers have grown but no matter what they do or how big they get my garden will be a place they can always call home.