By Erica Crompton
In the land of tulips and windmills
Where Farmer Gracy’s roots extend
A sanctuary for plants and blooms
With love and care, they tend
Each bare root a promise of life
Ready to blossom and grow
In Farmer Gracy’s hands they thrive
A beauty only nature could bestow
Today we walk through the warehouse
Filled with colors and scents divine
A place where my soul finds solace
In every plant, a piece of paradise mine
Thank you, Farmer Gracy, for your greenery
For the joy and peace you bring
In your Netherland-based sanctuary
I find solace, my heart sings
