Beneath the soil where quiet secrets grow,
The vegetable garden starts to show.
A row of Radish, crisp and sharp and white,
Are pushing through the shadows into light.
The Spinach spreads its leaves of deepest green,
The healthiest carpet that the eye has seen.
While Chilies hang like rubies on a vine,
Waiting for the summer sun to shine.
The Eggplant wears a coat of royal hue,
Dipped in the silver of the morning dew.
And Tomatoes, round and glowing red,
Are dreaming in their dusty garden bed.
The Beans are climbing up the wooden tall,
To peek above the garden's brick-built wall.
With Pumpkins resting on the heavy ground,
Where orange globes of autumn can be found.
The Okra points its fingers to the sky,
As busy garden crickets wander by.
And Potatoes huddle in the dark below,
Taking their own sweet time to finally grow.
It's not just dirt and water, seed and vine,
But patience, care, and nature's grand design.
A basket filled with colors from the mud,
The life that flows in every leaf and bud.