I'm Growing Children Not Grass!

Don't let them climb branches, 

they'll hurt the tree;

but learning and growing is all I can see. 

Don't let them dig, they'll ruin the yard; 

but holes can be filled, that isn't so hard. 

"Don't jump in the mud!" I hear you exclaim;

but the learning that happens is more than a game. 

Don't pull on the flowers all perfect in rows!

But flowers; like children, 

 are not meant for just show.

"Don't yank it all out!" you holler so crass. 

But I'll tell you once more...

I'm growing children, not grass.