To see what’s here

If you have a beautiful old tree
Then do not cut it down to plant a rose
For trees are carriers of great mystery
Their roots go deep and where no human knows.

Instead adapt your planting to the shade.
The flowers of woodland are most delicate and fair
The white foxglove will pleasure eyes in glade
With some searching, we may find flowers rare

But if with weeds your garden is distressed
Work is needed to restore some grace.
And if the shadows fill with errant pests
Light is needed ,so their sin we face.

We all look with widened eyes to see what’s here.
And so we face it gladly without fear