Good things oft come,
In packages small,
Without any ribbons or bows;
But this little gift,
Is special, you see--
If planted, it blossoms and grows!
It's also been said,
That such simple things,
We value the most, don't you know;
So plant them yourself,
Or give them away--
It still will be love that you sow.
Poem written by HarleyGal