My Mother Is a Garden
She is the aloe that heals me when I am hurt
She is the band of birds that sing relaxing songs in the morning
She is the exquisite Sequoia tree that watches over me
She is the apple that keeps the doctor away
She is the hard-working, goal-achieving bumble bee
She is the sweet, soft, mellow melon hanging on the tree
She is the flowing water, the essence of life
She is the absorbing soil that understands my feelings
She is the oxygen, which lets me breathe
She is the sunlight, which helps me grow
She is the gnome that keeps good company
She is the rose that holds such beauty
My mother is a Garden
My mother is a Garden
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