Transformation

Sometimes a wild garden
Can grow to be
Massively brutal it’s bushes
Seem free
To reach heights
To cloud walk
To harness such power within its great depths
Nesting each bower
Resembles bird paradise
Thus insects too
Camp in the damp
Where the droplets of dew

Awaken the budding
The petals
The life force it all
Introduce the new energy
Coming to call
Enter the Eucalypts
A silver dollar
There’s gold in them hills
Will anyone swallow
The vapid decoration the soulful seer
Exit hesitation
It’s so good that you are here
Apples look sweet a rosy touch
Midas is surely loving them, much
Of the planting even the grass
Looks healthy and vibrant
As has come to pass

The herbs they with vigour
And with portia’s power
Each welcome the need to impress on the hour
Vivid with colour it all clearly mean’t
The great transformation
And she feels
Quite content
Rewarded I think for the time that she spent .
It’s as if the plants picked up the messages she
Put out,without doubt so passionately.