A Cultivator of Future

She has green thumb; wise and delicate, Her honey like voice whispering wisdom, The knowledge she pours drippin’ into their pot, “O’ come and hear me my green sprouts” she said Here she comes – the early bird, Wearing her smile, carrying her tools, With her ignite passion and overwhelming dedication, There she goes for cultivation Genuine love and truth in summer she inspires, To nurture and create a place of neutrality lies, In autumn she prepares a room to mold them, When winter of obstacle comes ain’t difficult to deal then The withers are worrying her but patience shall not waver, Investing more time with unequivocal efforts, With empathy and adaptable actions thinking for solutions, All sweats and energy will be worth, To see them growing, No whither shall not know, She’ll guide them with lifelong learning, A momentum for philosophy to yearn “I’ll hold you ‘til you bloom, I’ll wait for decades to see you shine on your own, I’ll bring every possibilities and build the bridge to future opportunities, Then, I’ll be looking for you bearing the fruit of success” she said.