Gardener at Heart - Book Two

The Renegade Biologist (Yellow Bells, Fritillaria pudica)

When morning stains the folded hills,

When evening fades from rose to chills,

I lift my lantern high to kill the darkness on my way.

While shadows rotate round the trees,

While bats team-rope the prowling breeze,

I hold my lantern out to ease some light on wary things.

What seems so clear is none too bright,

And what’s obscure is not just night;

And that’s why I use lantern light by darkness and by day.

This burning curiosity—

These questions spawning endlessly—

If facts enough lay eggs, I’ll see the truth hatch out with wings.

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