Miracle Grow

MAN'S

MIRACLES

They plant a seed

Flowers bloom

That is nature

Men assume

But what is that -

This thing called nature,

A Designer's art

Or nomenclature?

"Oh, no, MOTHER nature"

Men do preen -

"She helps create

With our thumbs green.

Tulips red

A yellow rose

Cotton plants

To make our clothes,

We choose our seeds

To drop in dirt

Then melons, berries

For our dessert."

Sipping their glasses

Of dry red wine

From MOTHER'S grape

They let her vine...

Such altruism -

Golden gardens glow,

Fruits of man's labor

And nature's "Miracle Grow."