Sweet Freedom

Not every thing in life is all the better for being kept in order,
like this privet hedge if it had been kept within boundaries,
its full potential would not have been reached  delivering 
the sweet heady perfume of flowers,
now draped with the larger flowers and leafs of the Bellbine.
As kids as we squeezed the green bud at the base of the white trumpet
  reciting a little rhyme ending with  granny jump out of bed,
the original words lost to me in the mists if time.