Once I spoke the language of the flowers ( Read more... )

here's a poem I was thinking about today... I remember learning it in kindergarten:

Little Seeds

Little seeds we sow in spring
growing while the robins sing,
give us carrots, peas and beans,
tomatoes, pumpkins, squash and greens.

And we pick them,
one and all,
through the summer,
and the fall,

Winter comes, then spring, and then
little seeds we sow again.

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