|A honey bee by the fence line, where the mowers do not mow|
Where the mowers do not mow,
That is where wild flowers grow,
That is where the bees all go.
Some say reap the things you sow.
I say let it rain and snow,
Let the wind choose what will grow.
|A dust storm approaches Stratford, Texas, in 1935.|
Source: Wikimedia Commons
That's where yawning deserts show;
Dustbowls howl and and sandstorms blow.
But where idle chimpanzees
Do exactly as they please,
That's where fruit can grow on trees.
(c) 2015 Aya Katz