The golden harvest

A Poem about summertime in the garden

The golden sun and water,

working hand in hand,

green shoots and new flowers,

sprouting from the land.

Through spring and summer changes,

life is all around,

vegetables and flowers big and small.

All sizes and colors are here,

from the green tree’s to white roses,

fresh fruits from the tree,

pumpkins from the ground,

the cycle of life goe’s round.

Now comes the golden harvest,

the food from our own land,

tasting all the sweeter,

grown by our own hand.

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