A tiny little gardener stands with such a cheerful grace,

Pink watering can in hand, dreams blooming on its face.

In this small potted world, it tends its patch of green,

Just a toy perhaps—yet the sweetest gardener ever seen.

With innocence so gentle, like a smile that knows no end,

Too much or too little water—still love is what it sends.

Among pebbles and quiet soil, it builds a garden bright,

As though within its little heart blooms a meadow full of light.

And watching it, one can’t help but smile at such sweet art,

So tiny, yet a royal soul in the world of growing hearts.

~ Dawn