Ode To My Zenport Pruner

In gardens green and lush,

Where flowers bloom and bushes brush,

There lies a tool, so sharp and clean,

A pruning shear, fit for a queen.

With blades so sharp, they cut with ease,

Trimming branches as they please,

Shaping hedges, taming vines,

A gardener's tool, so refined.

With careful hands and steady grip,

The pruning shear makes its snip,

Removing deadwood, shaping trees,

Pruning back to help them breathe.

Oh, pruning shear, you are so grand,

A tool of power in a gardener's hand,

A trusted friend, so strong and true,

A gardener's work, you help to renew.

So let us raise our pruning shears,

To trim and shape throughout the years,

For with this tool, we'll keep things right,

And make our gardens bloom so bright!