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Horticulture was his passion,
Working amongst plants and weeds.
Tilling, digging and sowing
Scattering countless seeds.
A man who worked close to nature,
Enjoyed his work with the earth.
An affinity with all around him,
Seen, from the day of his birth.
With a lifestyle happy and carefree—
Grew a beard down to his waist.
Thrived on the spoils of his labour,
Fruit and veg were his favoured taste.
On arising early one morning
He peered in the mirror to see,
Pushing their way through his beard—
Green shoots of a little tree.
Leaving it there, he let it grow,
Nurtured and cared for it well.
The rate of growth quite amazing,
It was happy—was easy to tell.
Time passed, the tree was felled,
(Weight from his beard sheer bliss)
For an environmental disposal
His line of action was this …
The leaves he used for compost,
The bark, mulch for the ground,
The trunk cut up into timber.
What satisfaction he found.
Having thought about his plan
All that was left was the root,
This, a log for his fire
Leaving only—a small pile of soot.
There’s a lesson in this story,
In the very words you have read.
If you have an inspiration,
Try it ……you can’t go wrong!