Writing

 Jamal's poem.

In my secret garden where all flowers grow, my friend loves the garden, that's what I was told. In my secret garden where I always go, sometimes it's sunny and sometimes it snows. I love the garden where birds hibernate and bees getting pollen from miles away. In my garden, I wait to see little sprouts blooming and ready to smell the perfuming. Waiting to blossom, waiting to shine, waiting to see if the temperature is fine. Planting and digging that what we do while finding some mysteries give us a clue?.

When it's time to go in and the sun goes down saying sweet dreams and goodbye for now