Grandma has a garden
Filled with lush foliage in the summer
And brown skinny twigged bushes in the winter
In the spring she plants the marigolds
Persimmon and lemon chiffon
The colors you can eat right up with your eyes
In the fall she plants the tulips
Maroon, cream, and tyrian violet
Waiting to bloom the next year
In the summer she enjoys her hard work
For about two days
Until she starts weeding again
That pesky dandelion fuzz
Finger grasses and wood sorrels
All evil in the her eyes
Weeds grow fast up from the ground among the poor shrubs
She pulls them up from the ground
And another one pops up
Pulls one up again
An endless cycle to fulfill the garden's wish
