Warmth and Rain

It's early Spring and new life is sown,
The gardener's rewards are not yet known.
In the greenhouse, seeds begin to shoot,
They will be transplanted to clay-pots,
At first sight of root.

Out to the garden in late May,
When last frost has gone,
And the sun's on its way.
Green buds split
In a cascade of hue,
The colour stands out
On the early morn's dew.

She sends a fragrance into the air,
Attracting bees from everywhere.
Beating wings cause a stir,
As disturbed pollen sticks to fur.
Unaware of what he's done,
The web of new life has been spun.

Autumn is here with a frosty bite,
The flower dies in one white night.
The pod of seeds still survives,
Containing nature's array of lives.
Warmth and rain,
Are what nature should bring,
To ensure that next year's life,
Shall come in Spring.