Our farm is more than a piece of ground meant for growing crops
It’s home to so many animals
It’s a place of Sanctuary
Where all sorts call home.
Where growing up is a good thing
Although, we do have those
living among us—
We have a jumble of plants
Which are truly weeds,
Although, lovely in a prickly way.
No matter what, our farm, is a place, where joy whispers on the breeze and in our hearts.
From my world to your heart,