A tiny little gardener stands with such a cheerful grace,
Pink watering can in hand, dreams blooming on its face.
In this small potted world, it tends its patch of green,
Just a toy perhaps—yet the sweetest gardener ever seen.
With innocence so gentle, like a smile that knows no end,
Too much or too little water—still love is what it sends.
Among pebbles and quiet soil, it builds a garden bright,
As though within its little heart blooms a meadow full of light.
And watching it, one can’t help but smile at such sweet art,
So tiny, yet a royal soul in the world of growing hearts.
~ Dawn
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