Rachel M.

What You Grow

Flowers die with winter’s snow

You must water what you grow

A year ago I saw the snow

You must water what you grow

Winter was long would not let go

You must water what you grow

Now I see light down on the road

You must water what you grow

Hope sprang with the grass I mow

You must water what you grow

Now it isn’t perfect, though

And the plant has built its home

So you must water what you grow