We are little plants and bushes
Sat in the the garden soil
On our own, once the seeds are sown
Like a car that needs it’s oil.
This sun has been atrocious
Too much I have to say
We pray each day for rain
The clouds to turn a heavy grey
We haven’t got water on tap
Or fans to keep us cool
We’re in this searing heat you know
We can’t dip our petals in a pool
We’re all dying of thirst
So we have to rely on man
As we’re about to get a well earned drink
They impose a hose pipe ban
We flowers woke up this morning
All crinkly like the hedge next door
The clouds were grey, hip hip hooray
Look what we have in store
The skies just burst wide open
We rain danced in the showers
One happy garden once again
Just a sign of God’s great powers
By Mickey Brown.
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