Speaking Kindly Poem by Randy McClave

I speak to my plants kindly
With my words I nurtured them blindly,
Love and care for them I do show
That always helps a plant grow.
My plants produces the finest fruits
They also have the strongest roots,
Their fruits always has the best taste
My words and feelings don't go to waste.
I speak to my flowers as well
I always sing them a very happy tale,
Then when my roses and my tulips blossom
I feel awesome.
My roses and my tulips are magnificent
They have the greatest beauty and heavenly scent,
And when I see them bloomed
They have listened to my words I assumed.
I don't need just bags of fertilizer
For my plants to grow said to me by a gardener who was wiser,
To help a plant to flourish and not to be weak
Kindness to them I was taught to speak.
As I returned into my house from my garden
Unto some thoughts and acts my soul was no longer harden,
Speaking kindness is helpful, nourishing and true
Imagine what speaking kindly to humans would do.

Randy L. McClave