Wild Garden Poem by Gert Strydom

I saw rows of white,
yellow and red lilies bloom,
next to the railway tracts.

Loaded trains rattled past
and that garden,
sprang up by itself between the weeds.

With the early summer rain
rows of blue, white and pink wild flowers
bloomed next to the road that passed nearby.

Some finches nested in the trees
and red, yellow and green birds
flew past the vast garden
of earth that came alive
as far as the eye could see.