My Garden
Been working on my garden,
Turned the soil and ripped out the weeds,
My garden is blooming and with the Dead on its also grooving
Been working on my garden,
planted healthy seeds,
the swaying breeze pushes the leaves of all that I grew,
sitting out in the sunny day,
Sweet yield growing now and in the future days too,
I will harvest this bounty to then again sow,
my garden,
that I will perpetually grow.
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