To wake from night mare
Find that it is just a dream
This is a true gift
Remembered horrors
Flit away like leaves on breeze
Gone, gone, gone beyond
Once more, sweet meadow,
Free of that acidic bog
Well rid of ill heath
No more eager weed
creeping, spreading such poison
the preferred past time
Choice to close the door
On “what may be” with a smile
There are no regrets
Repaired the garden
Culled and crushed the sick seedlings
no longer welcome
Ref:
Common genus name: http://plants.findthedata.org/
Sub-genus: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/
Heath toxin: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/