Twas the Month Before Spring (Continued)

And then in the greenhouse I heard some sounds,
Magical voices sang in tiny, sweet rounds.
Green seedlings were reaching for heavenly light.
We could hear them all grow as they stretched into sight.
 
Tiny perennials and natives reached up toward the sky,
Dicots unfolding, like birds set to fly,
Geraniums and impatiens hung up where it’s warm,
Spikes and greenery, one big showy swarm.
 
Oh, how they shimmered in bold shades of green,
Vigorous plants just want to be seen.
Their roots are emerging and filling their pots
Filling their space, each in its own spot.

The predatory insects are protecting the crop,
Eating the bad guys right down from the top.
The grow-lights are extending the days into night.
Until mid-March when longer days are in sight.
 
The plants are so happy, now freed from their seeds,
They’ll go on to fulfill many gardeners’ needs.
The plants gave off sounds so soothing and low,
They gave comfort to us as we gazed at the snow.
 
Then, I had visions of blossoms and vines
A world of color appeared in my mind.
The visions up lifted our wintry malaise,
Made our tasks go much faster and perked up our days.
 
Then the plants sprang up as fast as a thistle,
Filled up the greenhouses as slick as a whistle.
I heard them exclaim in a colorful ring,
“Happy planting to all and to all a good spring.”