'Rewarding Habit' Poem by Marvin Brato Sr

Today I wander around
saw dying flowers abound
the summer- rain seldom comes
made the ground arid it becomes


Instinct drove my interest
replant flowers to show its best
with shovel and pail of water I started
to buried its stems in soil and then watered


Soon enough after a month passed
radiant shoots of flowers have surfaced
those withered red roses have came to bloom
and bring smile to everyone whose hearts once gloom