The points of holly flashed as bright as stars
The sharpness of the 1leaves, oh human eyes.
Yet on the motorway the lights are cars.
And when they crash we know that someone dies.
Undeterred the birds move swiftly by
Concentrating on the nest to get it right
The holly berries call with little cries
What do they tell us about human sight?
There are no hedges on a motorway
There are no flowers since Princess Di passed by.
Yet people grumble when they have to pay.
And every day the the papers advertise
The leaves of Holly and the the berries bright
Remind me that there is a different light