“Hey beauties” this I always shout
Every morning when the sun comes out
I lift each leaf to check some worms
might hinder every budding bud that forms

Just this morning a tiny shoot
Few days more delicious fruit
Beside the window birds cheerfully
sing in a perfect harmony

One can’t explain the joy I feel
Because of plants my worries heal
Silently healing subtly comforting
Like a friend so reassuring

Oh gardening you are a friend
A therapy until the end
You heal each wound you mend a broken
Hardest of hearts you always soften

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