Allium I'm waiting
Salvia you're delaying
Lilies you're trying
Hyssop still lying
Daisies you're lazy
All of you wake now
Start growing
Feed us the music in your souls
Sing to us as well as show
The colors that you know
I'll wait to hear
I'll wait here
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Author:
Lorna (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Picture is of part of my garden at back of house - later spring - much yet to show itself - this is last year's picture as we haven't even gotten this far as of now. The music is an amazing video of music that plants make when they are "hooked up" somehow to something or other (aren't I precise) and the man who accompanies them..... very beautiful and relaxing......... I love one of the comments under the video: "now I'll never want to eat them again"............
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Super write Lorna, your garden is awakening.
The music is quite enthralling - it could have been written by Max Richter - have a listen to "From Sleep" by Max Richter.
I have just looked at the video on how the sound (music) is accomplished from the plants and it is quite phenomenal.
I'll definitely have a listen! Yes there is a much more intelligent explanation for the music than "hooked up to something somehow"....... it's techie speak. Can I call you Goldie?
Lorna, you can call me Goldie by all means or by my real name which is Andy.
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You seeing all them plants yet, as described in this fine write? They under a blanket of snow? And why can't snow be warm? heehee.
That's just it! I'm NOT seeing them...... we had more snow yesterday but it came as close to warm snow as I've ever seen - I think it will melt fast! I AM SICK TO DEATH of snow....... but I'll love it again next December. Can't imagine living in a climate that is always the same..... what would we complain about! I love that the UK is waking up! I can't sleep right now so it would make more sense if I was there than here............
A lovely write and I nearly missed it - and the thought of the beauty yet to reveal itself.
If ever this year!
It's on its way - it's arrived here - said he rubbing it in 🙂 🙂
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