This poem is composed by my younger brother.
He gave me this poem and I thought of posting it.
Sunflowers, roses, violets, grass and trees,
they can be high, can be low, up to my knees.
Wildwood gardens bring some hope,
With their shrubs and trees and slopes.
Gardens, streams, veggies and fruits,
Don’t produce ashes or soot.
They give us all our tasty food,
Huff transforms to a lovely mood.
Primroses, and daffodils,
Grow in valleys or on hills.
As I walk through the gardens,
Passing all the rivers,
Seeing all the nature,
Just gives me the quivers!
Cut the wheat, chop the corn,
Eat some bread then blow your horn!
Gardens here, gardens there!
Gardens, gardens everywhere!
The mountains stretch oh so High,
They reach up into the endless sky.
I surely like to climb the hill,
It gives me quite an instant thrill.
The oceans surge and splash the water,
It makes me happy quite a lotter.
The clouds and I, look to the sky,
We’re such good friends, nature and I