As summer ended and the blossoms fell,
And our favourite blooms went to seed as well,
Into the bush, seed-heads I brought.
I put them there without a thought
For old mum nature and her kin.
I didn’t think it was a sin.
From ordered gardens they’ve been freed,
But in the bush they’re just a weed.
They’ll grow up strong and smother the rest-
There’ll be no place for the blue wren’s nest.
I could have mulched them to rot away
To use on my garden some other day.
Or, of course, I have something to throw it all in,
Now that council provides a green bin!