My Poor Garden... Poem by Summer Song
My Poor Garden...
Rating: ★5.0
Small as a pebble, small as a bead
Yes! of course it's a seed.
Water it, give it light
sing to it, Hey, you have the right!
It grows up, sprouts high
but winter comes, then it will die
Saturday, March 11, 2006
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4/20/2024 12:29:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonder of small things Summer, it's the nature of winter..............destiny? I love this poem.