Following up on Monday's prompt, today we write a four line poem about something that is: flawless.
While I was weeding the third to last row of strawberries this morning, I made a rather alarming discovery: the berries are forming already. Must have been all that heat they've been getting recently.
Definitely time to finish weeding and mulching those plants.
Her beauty is beyond compare,
Her words have the perfect lilt!
Well her balance is quite fine
Atop the pedestal you've built.