Thistles is a biodiversity poem, a reflection on extinction, endurance, and the wonders of nature.
Thistles – Biodiversity Poem
Where rye dies, rice thrives
and your thistle robe leaves me wondering
how anyone could be so spiny, robust, and drive
where petals falter, grass alters
and bumblebees hoard nectar pondering
where all the flowers have gone, wiped, faltered.
Where lilies waiver, winds favour
thistles like you and ignorant weeds knowing
how to triumph past trimmings and cuts, braver
than an ox, peskier than smallpox,
and bumblebees sleep soundly
where elephants play their jukebox.
The likes of you will never be again.
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