A daffodil, this morning, started knocking on my door,

'twas early as the sun rose to the sky,

I heard the rap, unlocked the screen and saw her on the floor,

she looked at me and asked the question: "Why?"

I wondered what she meant, and then I looked around and saw

"The gardens are all dying out" she cried,

but how could one small flower understand the water law?

restrictions were in force and we were tied.

A ten-year drought had hit us, left our water levels low,

no prospect on the map for flooding rains,

so rationing was now in force, the gardens had to go,

'twas easy as the flowers can't complain!

I picked the fragile flower up and asked what I could do,

she told me I could spread the Water Rule,

Yes, people needed water - but the garden had needs too!

Share and share alike - don't be a fool.

While people stood in showers for a half an hour or more,

azaleas and petunias died of thirst,

we all knew of the drought but some decided to ignore,

'twas simply Mother Nature at her worst.

If you can save a litre, give it to that tiny tree,

I know one day that you will be repaid,

don't let that precious liquid go down drains to waste at sea,

you'll get reward in future with some shade.

I promised her I'd try to help, and spread the flowers' word,

so others could take heed of nature's slant,

to let the garden die for us was greedy and absurd,

cause WE can import water - gardens can't!

More of my Environment Poems HERE