The Garden of Life

The most beautiful thing, sing the birds Gorgeous as the sound. around the crashing of waves That morning tweet, sweet as apple crumble The wren , the robin, bobbin his head, on a quest for worm juicy The squirrel racing the fence, hence some other beat him to the nuts Two at a time he takes, stakes his claim twofold Off across the grass, class act as he scales that tall garden gate with ease He will be back, sack of monkey nuts, he knows I have The hedgehog shuffling through the vinca major, wager he too, is after a worm or two Fantastic vision for one so short of sight, night time darkness is when he is king He is being watched by the cat, that is normal but the cat keeps his distance Hedgehog is a formidable foe to puss, thus, the wide berth of respect The ants are marching to an fro along the same trail, hail the source of food discovered Spilt sugar and crumbs of cake, take it slowly bit by bit until it is gone A wonderful society of harmony and one, gone in four weeks, a short life span All work and no fun, sun is coming up, time to go underground I return to my seat of garden observation, nation of insects, ants, wasps and so All getting on with the business of do, who would have thought Its a small world true, through the back door The most beautiful thing, sing the birds