My Secret Delight. Poem by Fay Slimm

Of all the places I would be
My glasshouse is the place for me.
Immersed in life of plants around
A richer lady can't be found.

I contemplate the tiny growth
Of alpine leaf, and I am loth
To leave my little secret bower
Where all the world is in a flower.

I'm not afraid to own I talk
To every little stem and stalk.
And, not surprising, day by day
They all respond in awesome way,
By swell and thrust, - and suddenly
Explode their inner power to me.

What majesty in this place dwells.
What pulsing force in verdant cells.
If God our Father's proud at all,
His pride's in plants both large and small.
And if we're wise we'll stop and to look
Yet closer still at Nature's Book.