My Garden

The place where I'll become a pomologist,

Caressing each of my 

plants sitting amidst.

They make me exhilarate, as they germinate.

I could see some worms in the soil,

And they all were bustling with their toil.

Tiny birds starving for those worms,

Doesn't notice that I saw,

And that fellow ate them raw.

My garden has all kinds of green,

Guava, gooseberry, avocado,

Of course, lemon.

In my tiny field,

All these fruits did yield.