Planting Seeds with Grandpa

Digging holes in dirt so deep, Grandpa chuckled, secrets to keep! A garden waking, green and bright, Sunbeams dancing, pure delight.

Grandpa, with a twinkle in his eye, Me, with questions reaching for the sky. Tiny seeds, like sleeping dreams, Holding futures, it truly seems.

"These little specks," Grandpa declared with glee, "Hold pumpkins round, for you and me!" We tucked them in, a careful hand, Side-by-side, in this magical land.

"Water them well," he softly said, "With kindness and love, let them be fed." We splashed and watered, a happy pair, Whispering secrets in the gentle air.

Weeks went by, the sun shone down, Not a single sprout to be found! My brow was creased, a worried frown, "Will they ever wake, in this sleepy town?"

Then one bright morning, a tiny peek, A green shoot pushing, fragile and meek! Grandpa smiled, "Patience, you see, Friendship and growth, for you and me!"

Now vines are rambling, green and grand, Pumpkins appearing, close at hand! And just like seeds, our friendship grew, Stronger and brighter, me and you!