Time the artistic weeding should commence
Time for the seedlings to find their space
Planting roots in Earth so fertile
Creating surroundings in which to flower

Choosing which soil would be most furtive
For regeneration of species, so rare
On closer inspection, the wise old trees
Forest together, adding strength to the scene

The Power within those branches, so strong
Such wonderful textures created, so green
The smell of the Pine holding strong in our senses
Augmented so sweetly, by floral pretences

With roots deep below in the sorrowful Earth
Expressing ourselves of the minerals there
Of decomposed, and wasted thoughts
Within the Death that was created

Knowing all must Die, sometime
And becoming fertiliser for that Dream
From which great trees and flowers bloom
Regurgitated Doom, and Gloom

Recycled, pretty, colours bright
All enticing, such delight
Dancing, happy, in our minds,
Wonderful songs, of different kinds
Swaying, to rhythms vibrating, so fast
Life's orgasm changing, each level, so vast.