Money Doesn’t Grow on Trees
But Thyme Grows in the Garden
She’ll heal your wounds but can’t fly,
Bestow courage at night when you lie.
She’ll soothe your throat and ease a cough,
An ailing head she’ll put-off.
On her back you can walk and she’ll take the beating,
To inhale her aroma induces warm feelings.
A versatile herb every dish she revives,
We should obtain a little more thyme in our lives.