My Grandma's Flowers
My Grandma’s Flowers
My Grandma’s flowers are special,
she grows them in her yard,
fairies dance on petals
while tough gnome’s stand on guard.
The blooms are soft and delicate,
just like the fairies wing
and if you listen closely,
you can almost hear them sing.
Flowers thirst for sunshine
for when the summer’s gone,
they all go back to sleep again,
don’t seem to stay for long.
They magically awake each year
where pixies sprinkle seeds,
then Grandma’s love and tenderness
is all her flowers need.
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