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.