You will grow my little ones
You will rise my tiny ones
Into a bush then a tree
And to the sky, you will be free!
You will be ever green and spark
You will be tallest than the sea's shark
Your tomatoes with the green leaves
Like Christmas decorations on Christmas Eve
You will be sweet my little plant
I love you always I shall grant
So rest my fellow, breath fresh air
Sleep now, rest and grow ever Fair!
written: 12.05.08
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