No mean accomplishment

The sight of a thriving,
small patch of green,
which hits my eye
the moment I step outdoors,

with its gaily swinging,
fluttery, yellow blossoms,
makes me pause, coz,

it's a proud showpiece,
carefully nurtured by small hands.

Here and there...
in this green patch,
are tiny  green sticks
nestled amongst the leaves,
that will most likely,
metamorphose into
fresh bunches of string beans
in the near future,

giving rise to a sense of fulfilment,
plus accomplishment,
also a feel of contributing 'my mite,'
inside a  particular,
caring n' tender heart.

A sense of pride is awakened,
when tiny feet patter into the kitchen,
swinging a small basket,
filled with bits of
refreshing green produce,
which is then put on display
for the world...friends and family,
to see, feel, smell,
their ears open wide
to hear the engrossing tale...
of greedy ants wanting their share.

The produce is then spread out
and hands delve into
the pods with  immense joy,
eager to prise out
the plump, green moong seeds,
which are then pressed down
by lil' fingers wanting to know
what could be inside,
squeals of laughter erupting,
when the tiny cotyledons inside
jump up and land behind.

Relishing the tasty sautéed beans,
painstakingly plucked
by those excited, podgy fingers,
touches an inner chord
in both the entranced child and
enamoured adults alike,
that even marks and grades
cannot compete with.

Nature makes those childhood years
doubly special!