Let’s Plant a Garden

“Let’s plant a garden,” my mother to me one sunny afternoon.

“If we start planting now, we’ll have flowers by June!”

“What a fun thing to do,” I quickly agreed.

Then we went to the store is search of some seeds.

“What flowers should we plant?” my mother then asked.

I didn’t have to think long, the answers came fast.

“We should get flowers that grow high into the sky.

Something for the birds to see as they fly by.”

For something to grow as tall as a tower,

my mother said suggested we get a sunflower.

“And don’t you think it would be tragic,”

I asked, “to have a garden without any magic?”

For something to make our garden magical,

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“And when we sit in our garden, we will need

a friendly flower to keep us company.”

The friendliest flower with the stories most crazy,

my mother informed me was the daisy.

“I think it would also be fun

to get a flower that wakes with the sun.”

For a flower that open anew each day, surely,

my mother we would need to get a morning glory.

All the flowers had bloomed when June came to be.

We loved them, each one, my mother and me.