A Garden Poem (Tues/Thurs After School Program)

The grass is green. I feel like I want to lean. The plants are brown and making people frown. My garden is cool. It makes me smile. The leaves are yellow and the fields are fallow. My garden is cool and so am I. But really my garden is warm because of the mulch. My garden has snow. It melts into water and makes it grow. My tree is cold and makes my garden gold. I'm growing radishes. Aren't they just dashing?