Tale to tell...

Everything in existence,

Form a speck of dust in the stellar

To the gigantic mother earth,

Has a tale to tell,

If we care to observe.

So does the science of horticulture

The mother of all culture,

Encompassing a dust of soil

To the diverse species of plants,

Has a narration beyond imagination.

The science of entomology,

Dealing with insect physiology and morphology

From the team-work of queue of ants

To the hovering of exquisite butterflies,

Has a purpose to be met.

From the vigorously growing plants

To the sickly appearing ones,

Has a pledge to be made

And a favor to be granted,

If the phytopathologist care to listen.

From the ushering of the radiant rays

To its immediate seizure in the western horizon,

The priceless gifts of the medicinal and aromatic plants

Do bind our everyday existence with fragrances,

If we care to open our olfactory senses.

Everything that swirls or descends from the firmament,

From the thunderous growl with the cyclonic catastrophe

To the frosty calm morning that greets us,

Has a warning to be foretold,

If the meteorologist care to be vigilant.