Once upon, a winter’s day
Ground all cold and wet
The Planter, he did planted seeds
He never would regret
Planted he, knowing weeds
When winter did relent
Would bloom within planted soil
Where flowers, he did meant
When they did, bloom the both
The beauty did not quit
For flowers dance above the weeds
Because they’re heaven sent
Those flowers danced, danced the more
So all could smell their scent
The weeds looked up at brighter blooms
That the Planter always meant
Older post, but I like it!
