Gardener's Lullaby

Come, my sweet garden,

'tis time now to sleep;

a chill in the air

has started to creep.

The frost is coming,

my blossoms must hide;

until the Springtime,

you must now abide

deep down in your beds

with sun in your dreams.

I know it is hard,

how far it must seem

until warm weather

will kiss you awake

and, into its arms,

my flowers will take.

But, until that time,

you must hide your heads.

Hush now, I'm putting

my garden to bed.

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