I wave her an oak leave, She follows it with her changing-color eyes; I put her feet on the cool soil, Grapping the dirt -she exercises her tiny toes.
I hand out a piece of munch, She manages her fingers well to touch; I pick up a bouquet, Smelling and smiling there she is.
Being strolled along the garden path, She fondles furry fern and pets "bunny tails"; Laying on the lawn quietly, She learns sparrow's talk and cricket's songs.
Bathed in morning sun, She tastes dew on rose petals; Licking a pine corn, She enjoys afternoon breeze.
Not only with curiosity she observes My gardening works, But brings tremendous energy to my life Each single day that comes.
Who is my granddaughter, Her age is five months; She has shown an enthusiasm in gardening already, That is not at all to my surprise!