You don’t need a shopping list,
You don’t need a gardener’s wrist.
You can come with empty hands,
You can say you don’t know plants.
Annie’s saved a little space
For another friendly face.
Have a coffee, have a look,
Read the leaves like little books.
Just coffee, just plants, or both,
No obligation, no big oath.
You can leave with what you brought,
You don’t have to buy a pot.
Come and sit, or come and roam—
There is nothing you must take home.
Some will choose a trailing vine,
Some will say, “They’re lovely—fine.”
Some will watch a sleepy cat
Find the warmest place to nap.
Empty hands can hold a cup,
Hold a door, help someone up.
Nothing bought and nothing owed,
Good companions down the road.
Just coffee, just plants, or both—
Annie’s invitation, softly spoke.