My sister Iris, tall and smart, Has big ideas and plans to share. She looks at our old garden square And says, "It's time for a new start!"
The garden's weeds grow wild and high, But Iris sees beyond the mess. She brings her friends to help, I guess, To make a place where flowers fly.
I watch them work day after day, With shovels, seeds, and careful hands. My sister leads and understands How little things can make big change.
Soon, colors pop up from the ground, Red, yellow, purple, pink, and blue. The garden's getting something new: A butterfly flits all around!
More people come to help and see, They bring fresh veggies, bread, and cheese. The garden's busy as the bees That buzz from flower to flower with glee.
On market day, the place is bright With laughter, music, things to eat. I sample treats and tap my feet, My sister's smile shines with delight.
I'm proud of Iris and her friends For making beauty from the weeds. They've planted more than just some seeds - A garden where our community blends!
Poetry that tells a story for preschoolers. Curled up on my window seat, With blankets making warmth complete, I press my nose against the glass, To...
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