To My Plants

Drink, my beauties!

Soak it all in!

For when it is gone

It won’t come again

At least not that soon


So drink your fill


Drink every drop


Let none of it spill


I’ll let your fruit ripen


Right on the vine


Your bounty will flourish


And all of it, mine.
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