THE EVERLASTING WONDER

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.



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Written by Darren Scanlon, 14th May 1986.
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