The Genie in the Arabian tale is not half so 

 astonishing. In this tiny casket lie folded roots, 

 stalks, leaves, buds, flowers, seed-vessels, surprising 

 color and beautiful form, all that goes to make up a 

 plant which is as gigantic in proportion to the bounds 

 that confine it as the Oak is to the acorn. 



Celia Thaxter. 



Oh, downy dandelion wings, 



Wild floating wings like silver spun, 



That dance and glitter in the sun ! 



You airy things, you elfin things, 



That June-time always brings ! 



Oh, are you seeds that seek the earth, 



The light of laughing flowers to spread ? 



Or flitting fairies, that had birth 



When merry words were said? 



Helen Gray Cone. 



Baby Seed Song 



Little brown brother, oh! little brown brother, 



Are you awake in the dark? 

 Here we lie cosily, close to each other: 



Hark to the song of the lark 

 "Waken !" the lark says, "waken and dress you ; 



Put on your green coats and gay, 

 Blue sky will shine on you, sunshine caress you 



Waken! 'tis morning 'tis May!" 



Edith Nesbit Eland. 



A weed is a plant out of place. 



Margaret Scott Gatty. 



With the first faint green lines that are visible 

 among the flower beds come the weeds, yea, and even 

 before them; a wild vigorous straggling army, full 

 of health, of strength, and a most marvelous power 



