A Ceo a Master Gardener
How could such a great man, want to shake my hand? Treat me like an equal respect felt both ways my entire career there all of my days. Could it be because he got his hands dirty, like me? The ideas of all his employees gathered like a gardener preparing the soil in his butterfly garden. Then planting those certain seeds, treating them with loving care, ensuring they would bloom into brilliant and vibrant flowers as nature intended. Sure to attract the most Beautiful and most valuable species of butterflies, traveling from near and far to ensure the beauty and longevity of his beloved garden.
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2016
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