Botanist Sent To Find Me Poem by Mark Heathcote

When He endowed me with my fruitful life
Like, say a mountain river carried far and wide.
Did He think I wouldn't return to utilize
All that I was before, childlike, unmodified.
Didn't I have my rights to even the score?

As rain falls, sweetened in flashes on His land
I just couldn't slip through the palms of His hand
On this ancient of journeys pressed should I not
Be taxed and flower for Him, ah my royal regent!
Ah, botanist sent to find me, Forget-me-not.

For I have dallied on ever hill vale and shore for you!
I've watered every tear-duct with a rainbow,
Where cattle bells played in even equal scale
Dripping, dewlap salt-encrusted diamonds,
I've clung, like dewdrops for you!
Don't say it was all to none, avail…

On this ancient of journeys pressed should I not
Dry these conjunctive tears,
Be taxed and flower for Him, ah my royal regent
Ah botanist sent to find me, who Forget-me-not
Utilize me! As before, childlike, unmodified
And yet always never forgot.