Oh Herbs, jewels of the earth!
Thy gifts so divine!
Oh joy! You feed me and mine.
You bring bliss to mine heart
And cleanse body and soul.
How can I choose my one true love?
Nay can I, and so shall I not.
In my treasure trove ye all shall go!
My apothecary will grow and grow;
My pantry will bulge with thine harvest!
I shall not be without thee,
Mine herbs so dear, so beloved, so pure!
Author: Pamela Harrington