Ground on which they flourish,
Can be barren and bleak.
ItŐs where birds drop them,
Not where they would seek.

Bird droppings with all they need,
To feed their short life.
They come and go quickly,
Avoiding a lot of strife.

Bugs and bees flock to them,
Brief bounty for their growth,
Food for animals and birds,
Seeking food for their youth.

Perennials serve their purpose well,
And color landscapes often bleak.
Bringing cheerful thought to view,
Gone quickly from strength,
not weak.

Without them life would be,
A much blander place.
And a loss to their ecosystem,
With essential saving grace.