The Little Plant by Emilie Poulsson









The Little Plant
Emilie Poulsson

In my little garden bed

Rak'd so nicely over,

First the tiny seeds I sow,

Then with soft earth cover.

Shining down, the great round sun

Smiles upon it often;

Little raindrops, patt'ring down,

Help the seeds to soften.


Then the little plant awakes!

Down the roots go creeping.

Up it lifts its little head

Thro' the brown mould peeping.

High and higher still it grows

Thro' the summer hours,

Till some happy day the buds

Open into flowers.