Bare branches of saplings
flutter in the cooling breeze.
Seeds float gently to the earth
as we murmur in the key of C.
Daffodils poke their heads
to catch flickering sun rays.
Birds chatter as we plant,
expectantly, on this March day.
Hedge parsley, bluebell,
wild foxglove, garlic mustard.
Plug each young plant green,
with fingers rooted in the earth.
Primrose flowers beckon yellow,
at one with the urban landscape.
Bees collect nectar bloom to bloom
and inadvertently pollinate.
Quick, repeat this moment,
one million trillion times.
York St John Pollination Project 