Garden of Narcissus

In every direction that the wind blows The bulbs of the narcissus bulge and bloom In all of latitude doth the wind grows Brushing its floral leaves, dost the wind groom For acres the narcissus flowers loom Abroad earths garden in a village where Anglican Nuns approached the natives there Of black habit, the garment that they wore Hid everything except their nose and eyes Now of great faith, the Nuns, in all were four Gave praise from hour to hour 'til darkened skies Thus of their faith, a cherished noble prize Of glory in the power they would mend The land amongst an atmospheric wind Slicing into the spring the sun would shed His light unto earths dark exploited trail As nature, bathed in beauty, blew and spread Throughout the village like an handsome male Faces revealed, the Nuns removed their veil Seduced by sensuality they saw And vanity the narcissus would draw Johnny Sumler Rhyme Royal