Pluck a flower from the ground 

And hold it to your ear 

The past is coming back around 

Eager to endear 

 

Every flower, leaf, and root 

Has something to give 

Offering their ancient fruit 

So that we may live 

 

Many people used to know 

These age-old remedies 

Always happy to bestow 

Their treasured memories 

 

But, alas, the practice fell 

From this modern age 

Still, these plants have much to say 

If we would engage 

 

Next time that you’re feeling ill 

Listen to the past 

For herbalism is a skill 

That we should not outlast