My Garden is a special place, and so near and dear to my heart.
So in the early morning there, I watch the new day start.

The flowers nod their sleepy heads to shake the morning dew,
And then the sun peeps shyly up to climb a sky of blue.

The birds wake up and start to sing, a happy little song.
They’ll build their nests and lay their eggs, it won’t take very long.

I look at the rocks in my garden; I’ve found them far and wide,
From the desert sand to the ocean shore, and on the mountain side.

And I look too at a bird house that hangs up in my tree,
I think of the one who bought it, and hung it there for me.

My Cactus all are blooming now, in colors bright and fair,
And in my garden I find peace, and shed my every care.

As summer nears, the days grow long, I still my vigil keep,
I walk now in the evening cool, as the world prepares to sleep.

The butterflies are sleeping now, insects no longer hum,
They’re resting and they are waiting, for the new day to come.

The days now start to shorten, but Mocking Birds still sing,
My garden waits for Autumn and the changes she will bring.

As summer’s flowers fade away, and hardy Mums now bloom,
My garden is like a newly redecorated room.

The trees are dressed in colors now, so lovely and so bright,
The one that’s in my garden is a truly splendid sight.

The bird bath has no bathers now; the birds sought warmer climes,
The breezes play a melody on gently swinging chimes.

The pelting rain is colder now; the leaves float from the trees.
As winter blows across the land, it’s breath a chilly breeze.

Azaleas all are budding now; the Jade plants start to bloom,
So in my precious garden, there never can be a gloom.

My garden now will take a nap, and dream of coming spring,
Knowing well the loveliness and magic it will bring.

My Garden

A special garden is vividly described from morning to night, from flowers to birds, from cactus to butterflies. Beautiful.