By: Rachel Mihalko


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