Watching them grow, the seeds I did sow so long ago. Nature seems to nurture, protecting their future and just look at them now. I think I’ve got to take a bow. It's an amazing thing, for the joy they bring to our eyes and nose and stunning how they do it. Their colours so bright, their scent so light and they fight through the night. For the light is alive and in it they thrive. But when the winter comes, they just have to succumb to the cruel icy frost. What a terrible cost. To wither away, but no tears, no pain, for the seed remains. They know they'll return, in the hot sun they'll burn and maybe they'll learn… …the mysteries of life? …the eternal dream? I wonder. * Written by Darren Scanlon, 14th May 1986. ©2022 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.