How Dainty
How daintily nature steps in
With her floral costume of Spring.
All cheerful and smiles
As she waltzes down aisles,
With sunshine and song
To right every wrong.
She tidies and cleans
With her new guillotine;
With her pruning hook
And hardly a look
She lops off the dead wood
In the neighbourhood.
And we once so proud,
So noisome and loud,
Are the very things
For which her axe swings.
And in her wake
There’s one less headache.
Opher – 29.3.2020