In The Nursery (Poetry)

They are his pets —
the young green shoots.
He nurtures them with love
and each one gets
an equal share
of warmth from up above.

They sense his smile
his caring voice
each kindness that he brings.
Then in a while
they spread their leaves
these tender growing things

up to the light
stretch strong and tall
firm-rooted in good soil
their flowers bright
rewarding all
his days of patient toil.