By Claire Miller
Some flowers bloom where the sun shines bright
And others bloom under the shade of night
Some feet avoid the puddles
And some skip through
Some sit at the dock
Wait for the water to blue
And some swim across, riding the waves through
Some wildflowers grow
Where the sun doesn’t show
Some roses can’t thrive
Without the sun in the sky
And some tulips bloom right through the pavement
Dirt is thrown, grass is grown
Together, it’s all a garden