Stuck in the weeds - A poem of sorts

Words
45
Reading
1 min
8y
Listen to this post
~1 min

Stuck in the weeds

In a quiet forest, working
The nursery kitty comes, lurking

Weeds grow wild, yes indeed
Bloodsuckers be gone, no need

Beads of water appear dripping
The hummingbirds are nearby sipping

Nature’s important, as is devotion
Bonsai trees, Art in Motion

IMG_3238.jpg

IMG_3242.jpg

20190411_102314.jpg
20190411_103007.jpg!

Stuck in the weeds - A poem of sorts | Ecency