Feel free to wander as you may,
For every plant has much to say,
And like romance of every hue,
Each plays a part as lovers do.
Here a bed of dahlias bold,
Yellow-orange, white and gold,
A romance strong in summer sun,
That with the fall becomes undone.
Upon one wall moonflowers grow,
Asleep by the day while dahlias glow,
Their perfume a rare delight,
Moonlight romance that blooms by night.
And there's some blue geraniums,
That like the moon care and not for sun,
They bear a tender, azure bloom,
A romance made for afternoons.
That host of pink ahead you see,
Are quite romantic ponies,
They live to play in the mid-day sun,
Like puppy love among the young.
And yes, my garden has a rose,
It buds full red till winter snow,
Then waits, as I, a dormant thing,
Till romance gives it life again.