Plants

I see much plants on green pastures, gardens,
Silvery ferns among the growing trees,
With gorgeous blooms, but sadly nuclear plants.

Behold! Those climbing plants on trellis walls;
Others carpet grounds; others would stand,
With giant feet, others with aging beauty pine.

Some plants do germinate from seeds and cuts
From hybrid species, glitzy blooms, they come
To stretch, botany rules to newer heights.

Some plants have berries, juicy fruits and scents,
So gathering bees make honey cones, which flow
Because of flowers' sweet viscous we love.

Yea, plants like peat, compost, water, mild heat;
They vegetate so long before summer
With springing eyes that show their true nature.

Behold! Those plants they perch on windowsills;
Their chlorophyll sacs full from driving sun.
Hey look! They beam with deep verdant colours.

Some plants are edible, others are not
Some grow on campus, churchyards, beaches and parks,
Evoking thoughts in minds they saturate.

Imagine now, a world devoid of plants!
For sure, on earth, all life would dissipate,
And where, would fragrances abound to smell?


© Paterika Hengreaves
October 2004/New Zealand

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This Blank Form poem makes reference to many kinds of plants.
Thus a fitting definition for plants would be that they are living vegetation,
generally without feeling and voluntary motion, and having, when complete,
roots, stems, and leaves, though consisting sometimes of a single leafy
expansion, or a series of cellules, or even a simple cellule.