Cake of a Garden
Tending the garden,
was fun,
under that warm sun,
grass was smooth and soft,
and my little kids watched from the loft,
I gingerely walked through the plants,
admired the flowers,
and sprinkled the damp,
water globules rolled down the leaves,
sweeping fine dust right,
from inside their cleaves,
they looked happy and glowing,
as if merrily whistle blowing,
the flowers smiled all the more coy,
what a sight it was oh! boy,
it made my day,
to take in fresh breeze,
as blue yonder sent its love,
from heven aloof,
fruits weighed more,
numbing the poor stems,
trees seem to say,
we are true in our faith,
we have left wealth,
for you to rake,
stop it now,
or I will break,
this garden,
is my life's cake.
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