Sunishine is for soaking up, and seeds are meant for sowing. Raindrops give small sprouts a drink, and gardens are for growing. In this tender poem, the love between a father and daughter blossoms alongside the seeds they plant together. As the garden grows, the daughter grows from a toddler to a teen and finally to a woman with a child of her own. Spring is meant for brand new starts, and hearts are meant for knowing. Homes are made to call you back where gardens are for growing.

Chelsea Tornetto