My plants, mine for a while

A goes well, when I

Walk amidst them

I caress a small leaf,

Hoping it blossoms.

 

I eagerly await the roots,

Time is fleeting.

But just one more, I go

 

Plants are mine,

I can let them

They rarely complain

Leaves, flowers and stems

They ask for nothing

 

A little tender, loving care

And, in return, they give joy

I don’t talk to them,

But I feel they hear me

They know me, they do.