Small hands, so eager and bright,
Plant seeds with care, and tend with delight.
A child gardener, with a heart so true,
Nurtures life, in all they do.
With every watering, a smile so wide,
Watching growth, with a curious stride.
The garden blooms, with vibrant hue,
A reflection of the child’s love anew.
In the dirt, they find their glee,
A sense of wonder, wild and free.
Their laughter echoes, through the air,
As they cultivate, without a care.
With each sprout, a dream takes hold,
A little gardener, with a story to unfold.
Their green thumb, a symbol of might,
Bringing joy, to the world’s delight.
