Thrust upward to the sky
Above the wall so high,
Refreshing look of pinks and greens
Flutter full and fancy devoid of sighs.
Green ribbonettes of slender leaves and stalks___
complementing heads of dancing blooms,
beaming happily in the autumnal air
humming sweet lullabies.
Hey, come and let us play.
In dulcet tone they seem to say,
to the zealous bees a-buzzing
who are mindless of their role in seed-making.
“We’re content of the nectar oh so sweet,
O so sweet a-sipping.
Allow us to hover and flit from flower to flower
Every now and then.” So the bees say.
Their scaly legs a-gathering golden powdery pollen grains — which by water, or air, or by them__
get delivered unto the sticky stigma
down to where the egg nuclei lie.
Then the magic begins_____
Seeds! Seeds galore!!
Product of fertilised ovules,
Cuddle the embryos that offer en masse__
continuity of life!!
The birds and the winds
Disperse the seminal lives,
Into anywhere, everywhere and beyond.
The raindrops that quench the thirsty earth
Generously seep into the seeds__
Germination thus is triggered.
A plant embryo breaks through the enclosing
Seed coats in every viable seed.
It’s apical axis grows into the future delicate shoot,
while its opposite end gives rise to the root.
and the seed leaves lie twixt in the mid.
A baby plant is born!!!
A new life!!
Gives each species eternity and sprite
To form its own posterity
Akin to its beginnin’
A presage to my autumn garden beauty’s
kind of immortality.
Prof. Michael Griffith