Little white flowers

Pop up in little neat rows

Soil glistens with dew

Aroma tickles

The senses, flower meets garlic

And mint, clove, basil

Every so often

Small bodies whizz past the ears

Black, yellow, buzzing

Raspberries from bush

Explode, tart, juicy and sweet

There’s no better bite

Plants are delicate

For the human touch, so we

Must tread carefully