Come in my garden; look and see
A pansy, rose, lily, sweet pea
Meet my lady bugs, bees, and more
Spiders, ants, and worms from the floor.
There’s so much fun and play to find
And if you’re good, polite, and kind
You might make friends with birds that fly
Who’ll take you up to see the sky.
My mom’s white roses!
I feel that I should point out that this was my attempt at a child’s poem/nursery rhyme type thing! (In accordance with today’s NaPoWriMo prompt).
Abstractions of Life 