The Wild Garden

In my wild garden let the flowers grow, With little care and a lot of love, The bees and birds that wander through, They work their miracles up above.

The fragile petals sway in the wind, Each sprinkle of rain like a gentle kiss, I find my peace in the chaos, Nature in its splendid bliss.

Let the wild things reign, Their beauty without bounds, In every leaf a story, In every root, the ground.

• John Muir