Morning In The Garden Comments

Corn plants straight and tall There to bear the load Of the ear and all As nature designed they would. Smell the fragrance of the pollen Bearing tassle As it travels on the wind A mighty hassle. Meeting with the waiting silk For a journey down the hollow Uniting to form an embryo soon filled with milk The promise of tomorrow. As the ear grows within the husk The silk soon turns brown As it must As individual seeds are grown. But not all is well it seems, For a danger lurks Into the garden green A squirrel intent on other work. Reaching tall for the ripening ear The squirrel hopes to feast On the food so near There within its reach. Perhaps some other time and day It will permit the grain to ripen Which is Nature's way For another result to happen. But not this time - The squirrels ate all my corn. s