The Old Man

The Old Man
by Annie Chan

Every early morning,
When the sky is still dark,
The old man rides an old bike
To the small garden by the river.

On his way there,
He stops now and then
To pick up trash from the ground.
The old man often wonders
Why people do not care about a cleaner world. 

Every day,
The old man works in the garden.
He grows flowers.
 
He trims the plants.
He mows the lawn.
His garden is a delight to behold.
 
Every time
When I pass by the small garden,
My heart is filled with joy.
Because I am glad to know a man
Who has a great love and respect for our land.