Nurture Her.
growing from tenderness to maturity
In need of certain essentials to survive
She needs to breathe to live
She needs rain, not storms
She needs the gentle sunshine
Not the harsh weather
She will grow and will yield her fruits
In its season
And bring grains into the storehouse
Nurture her till maturity
Her aim is to bring gain
Let her be nurtured and not hampered
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
Before her death, my aunt used to take care of many plants, but after her death no one cared about her
That is the sad reality about life.