The Garden Poem by Tina Marie

Through my window I can see,
my garden smiling back at me,
my cabbage seems to try and say,
'Thanks for the water, it helped today'.
My potatoes leaves are green and strong,
this is where they all belong.
I throw the seeds from fruits I eat,
into my garden as a treat,
the seeds are saved and kept below,
so when its time they sprout and grow.
I think that all should share the wealth
a garden gives us to ourself.

by Tina Marie