And Time The Green Unfurling Ferns Frond

Imagine a world without a feather
Without an angels wing in tether
What would be the call of a thing?
Like a turtledove, without a ring.

Imagine this world without a marriage
What need then us the horse or carriage?
The Hurst is forever busy, as a bee
Who'd want to buttonhole a flower upon me?

Imagine a world without a magic spell…
What child would throw pennies down the well?
Love is but a ripple on a millpond
And time the green unfurling ferns frond.