A gnat lived in a bromeliad Thinking for his life he was glad But a breeze knocked the plant to the ground And from then our gnat friend found That from then until this day All the wee guy could say “For all I have lost I am sad”
A devious old pitcher plant Said to the brash young ant “Step into my bell It’s really quite swell You won’t want to leave I grant!”
Bursting explosions Scatting petals in midair Like floral fireworks
The stalks of green wave Coloured flowers blown in the breeze Oceans of new life
Gnarled and knobbly Wrinkled and old The cork bark twists many a fold The bark grows faser than the tree A sign that it’s ‘lived in’ you see
Amid the green of the veg-patch Sunflowers stand guard Their golden faces following the sun
Working bees Constantly collecting for the good of the hive Taking the odd nip of honey for themselves
Fruits of the vine Riping steadily in the glasshouse heat Awaiting only time And the patient hand of the vintner To bring for baccanalian delights
From a deep mire Bubbling pits of fetid muck A glorious blossom grows
Under an Iron bridge Drawn to cast of bread pieces Fish feed in frenzy