How little I give you!

A pot on a plate on our table

To sit in with your soil.

A minute of time every week

To pour you water to drink,

And a few minutes more

To admire and think.

Blinds left up to let indirect light

Stream through the window from dawn until night.

And suddenly, a bud! A bloom!

However little you consume,

By some alchemy you transmute

Golden sun
Into golden petals

To crown your leafy head.

What rewards you offer

For what little you are fed!