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’ )
