In her garden,
Grandma planted a seed,
She fenced around the earth,
Water it before the sun is high;
With her tender keep,
The seed grew into a sapling;
In the middle of the field,
Mom moved the sapling,
Fenced around the earth,
Water it before the sun is high;
With her tender keep,
The sapling grew into a tree;
In our field, there is a tree,
Giving us shade when the sun is high,
And, a thirst-quenching fruit with a seed,
That will grow into a sapling,
If like grandma and mom, we heed.
Anita Bacha
Photo credit : Anita Bacha
