All nature is a temple, formal, wild or bare
I'm at the feet of all creation, for the time that I am here,
Deciding what to plant, to pleasure not myself,
Perhaps I'll be remembered for the beauty that I felt.
No footsteps taken backwards, just the hill that I'll descend,
Townsfolk will tell stories and mourn our era's end,
And say we laboured just for love, in this vale of Chiltern chalk
Where Botanica is exalted and nurtures those who walk.
- Olivia Harrison, an excerpt from Tree Time from her book Came the Lightning, Twenty Poems for George.