Poetry – How Dainty

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