Of The Secrets Of Nature

The pollen blown out from the blossoming trees
And the thistledown flying in the freshening breeze
Above the bare paddock wind driven they fly
A good place to take root to them doesn't apply
To former thistle free areas they arrive by air
The seeds of the thistle they grow everywhere
The farmers look on them as a noxious weed
But to stop them from spreading they do not succeed
They arrive in the Fall when the freshening winds blow
And hundreds of metres from their mother thistles without effort self sow
The wonders of Nature an amazing thing
Their fluffy bits to the dry grass seem to cling
A tiny black seed to a big thistle grow
Of the secrets of Nature we will never know.