I think that I shall never see
a seedling so beautiful as that of the pea.
When the winter is over, but the beds are still bare,
The little pea seedlings are the first to appear.
A speckle of green in a vast bed of brown,
The first glimpse of them makes me jump up and down.
You too can grow them, you have but to try.
When you spy you're first wee ones, you may be surprised
by an equally tiny, small tear in your eye.
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