Gardener's Delight

The garden is not just a place for you

To sit, relax and enjoy the view,

But a home to a variety of life.

So where it's overgrown, don't have a moan,

Smile, don't sit with a frown,

As somewhere out there - be happy to share,

It's a beastie's two up and two down.

So don't concrete it over, leave the grass with some clover,

Some wild flowers - a bonus for all.

Some old rotting wood, well - it really just could,

Be an animal's neat pied a terre.

And birds will sing, as they fly on the wing

The garden is somewhere to share.

So it's certainly not a waste, to give nature some space,

Somewhere it can do its own thing.

As a manicured garden - well, I beg your pardon

What's wrong with a few natural weeds?

And tarmac, and concrete, it might look quite neat,

But not for the birds and the bees.