It was moons ago that their roots first touched
In the dark silence of the earth.
Intertwined tendrils sought out the good
To help them grow and they found each other
Glistening pure white in the depths of dark
The union, to all others, unknown.
On each side of the fence
They burst forth their beauty alone
One basked in sunstreams til midday
While the other waited patiently.
Then shadow shift and as day passed by
Late days’ rays tousled and stirred the leaves.
And they grew and bloomed bursting floral stars
On each side of the fence. Apart. Echoing.
All the time their roots tangled,
anchoring each other.
Moons drifted by. Some seasons too
And, as tends to be, when the time is right
One day, reward for their labour’s toil.
The top of the fence.
And so the sunlight smothered them
From dawn to dusk together
With the doubling of life’s light
They danced their shoots to be one
Along that fence.
In the light.
From dawn to dusk.
From root to shoot.
The ballad of the flowers on the fence.