Garden Thoughts
I’m sitting in my garden;
the bugs don’t know that I exist.
So why do they always find me;
to sting me - hope they missed?
Perhaps they inject inspiration
or extract it for their own use.
Whoops, there goes another wasp
I hope it ends up a recluse.
And why do plants keep on flowering
each time you cut off their pods ?
Its as though they were built to sow
infinite seeds just for their Gods.
Indeed if they have a religion
they set an example that man cannot follow.
They give pleasure to all that see them;
here comes a lump in my throat I can’t swallow.
They give back all that they took from earth
and more, when they finally die.
But they do it, not changing the planet,
unlike man who will so rarely try.
Notes by the author
No one lays a posy for a plant that dies!