The Garden

 

Mary Mary heaven knows,

with all the spectrum colours true.

This is how our garden grows,

and forty shades of green and hue.

 

There are flowers here that grow so tall,

and shrubs in pots of brown and green.

And then there's others sweet and small,

who wave their arms just to be seen.

 

Some crave the sun, and rain desire;

they dance and sway in heavenly breeze.

But some to shade and damp aspire,

yet quietly they try to please.

 

In summer's glare and winter's cold,

where else can we be nearer than.

In verdant spring and autumn's gold,

natures treasures and greater plan.

 

With butterflies and bees all humming,

and myriad insects all around.

And water down the cascade running,

to lift the soul with natures sound.

 

And if for you a greater being,

guides us through in glory's name.

No better place exists for seeing,

his work, his joy, each day the same. 

 

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