Window Sill Gardens

Open windows down the block Happy homes with tender gardens Blue skies paint the air You'll see brush strokes if you stare Pass the picket fences Waken all your senses To tell me if you can see Little pots in a line Sitting on a sill Soaking up the shine In damp soil Their petals uncoil If you're listening You're sure to hear them sing “We are beautiful blooms Brightening the room” La la la Pour your love all in