My garden, oh, how you can bring surprise
As I explore, new blooms attract my eyes.
Buds peek among the weed and grasses wild
And bring delight – as if I were a child.
Among the ivy growing down the wall
See – pushing through – a lone red rose grows tall
Amid the over-grown old lavender
There strive small clumps, as Spring’s bulb leaves appear.
Oh, pass the clippers. Let me prune and trim
And shape the bushes; let the sunlight in.
Let’s pull the weeds, trim branches dead and black
And let the garden’s flowers and blooms spring back.
Now place a sturdy seat of polished stone
So friends may sit entranced, as on a throne.