Accompanied by roses
Flor-escent sacral choir
Pointed, high above me
A crescent silver spire
Worship of the grower
And growth, may growing grant
Sacramental seeding
For faith blooms to replant
Endowment of the living
A horticulturist’s sigh
Administering protectant
To beauty born to die
Surround me still in psalm
Limb by budding limb
Outstretched to scented seraphs
Assembly of June’s hymn.