With pale pink unruly flowers 

And scent of heaven

You riot into blousiness

And showers of defeat.


The more we sternly cut you down

The more you eagerly return 

To share our lifelong summers 

And our disorderedness. 


You'll carry on when we are gone 

With each returning year 

Climbing walls and flowering summers 

For countless dawns to come. 

(By Alice Audsley from: 'Another Packet of Poems' )