I will be the Morning Glory to greet you.
And you be my Sweet Alyssum.
Emanate bouquet of your Rosy fragrance.
Blend me with your sweet taste of Stevia.
Propel me into the firmament above with your Daisy scent.
Don’t intercrop me with incompatible an intercrop.
Neither let me stand melancholy a monoculture crop,
Nor let me struggle in haphazard a mixed cropping,
Dive me not into the intricacy of multitier cropping,
But you be my accomplice a companion crop,
And we’ll flourish on mutual benefits,
For as long as our soil nourishes and nurtures us.