![Rose bay willow herb flower fairy](https://flowerfairies.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/WAYSIDE_05.jpg)
On the breeze my fluff is blown;
So my airy seeds are sown.
Where the earth is burnt and sad,
I will come to make it glad.
All forlorn and ruined places,
All neglected empty spaces,
I can cover—only think!—
With a mass of rosy pink.
Burst then, seed-pods; breezes, blow!
Far and wide my seeds shall go!