In front of the house, down over the hill
There’s a whole world all of it’s own.
A flower does bloom and the air is still
A flower whose name is not known.
I know what you think, I should know its name
As a million are blooming right here.
But I don’t know much, bluster’s my game
Nice photos, green thumb and good cheer.
Don’t worry about that, take a breath so deep
I promise I’d say if I could,
The name of the plant, a mystery to keep
In the light of the enchanted wood.