My Bushy Bean

    Just a month ago it peeped up it's little head high

        From my dear rose bush bed.

    My harsh self many times tempted me to un weed it

        But somewhere down it my heart it had build it's nest 

    I wondered what it would turn up to be ?

        It didn't seem similar to any veggie I had planted earlier

    Nature took it's own sweet time

       And that tiny head grew up to be this spirited creeper

    Sending it's tendril here and there with full zeal

        In no time had it covered my dear rose and hibiscus it it's tight grip

   As time passed by, I saw it blossom with bunches of white blooms

        I recognised my friend to be a bushy bean

   I now wait eagerly for it to grow fruits

        Which I would rather admire than devour

  Till then I enjoy it's lovely moves

        As it dances away in the rain, wind and storm

   That's my little bushy bean !