The Gardener's Flower Bed

In a backyard, where sunshine streams, And dreams take root in colorful gleams, Lived a Gardener, kind and old, Whose stories of flowers were often told.

With petals bright, a vibrant crew, The Flowers danced, red, yellow, and blue, While buzzing Insects, a tiny band, Drank nectar sweet, across the land.

Gardening makes all bloom, it's true, A magic touch, for me and you! The Gardener knelt, with gentle hand, And planted seeds in fertile land.

He watered plants with a loving spray, Chasing dryness far away, He pulled the weeds with a cheerful sigh, As butterflies fluttered, way up high.

The Flowers stretched, they reached for light, Growing taller, morning, noon, and night, The Insects buzzed a happy tune, Beneath the golden afternoon.

With careful tending, day by day, The garden burst in grand display, A rainbow riot, a joyful sight, Filled with colors, bold and bright.

The Gardener smiled, his heart alight, A beautiful garden, what a delight! So much color, and so much glee, The Gardener, flowers, and insects - a happy family!