Simple Verse- My Garden Balsams

In neatly lined up pots in a row Flaming red balsams in clusters grow A visual treat to adoring eyes A haunt frequented by the bees Do not need much care, but will fade If not allowed a little shade Flimsy they are of delicate stems With light green leaves of serrated hems Planted in my neatly laid up yard They invariably make me glad Gleaming in the first rays of the sun With their simple beauty, my heart they won When the flowers wither, pods appear In time, for self dissemination, they prepare When fully ripe, the pods explode And seeds fly as birdies from nest to explore! Thus Nature's ways are so amazing Even in plants is an inherent training For seeds to leave the comfort of their pods And find their own space fighting all odds!