Oregano was most perplexed,
and Parsley and Thyme too.
The temp at dawn was 33, by evening 82.
"We don't know what to do!" they cried,
"To bud or sprout or seed?"
"Come on now, Dears," old Catnip mewed.
"Summer's all we need."
"We're much too small," the seedlings wept,
"to be so cold, then hot!
We think we're set to up and sprout
then, suddenly, we're not!"
And while they sadly shivered
Summer's sun came into view.
And so the garden fully knew
what Nature meant for them to do.
They soaked in Sun, and turned deep green,
and grew, and grew... and grew.