The First Gardener Poem by john (called jack) wren

The First Gardener



There's nothing to beat
Biscuits and tea,
In a beautiful garden
Don't you agree?

Breathing in scent
That makes your head spin
Then your senses take off
And your face wears a grin.

It must have been heaven
For Adam and Eve,
Until a red apple
Enticed to deceive.

I praise the First Gardener
Who made flowers come true,
And I hope you/ll remember
To praise Him too.

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