In the Garden

In the garden, blooms delight, Where roses blush in morning’s light; The scents entwine, a fragrant race, In nature’s arms, I find my place.

The daisies nod their heads to time, And birds in chorus softly chime; Each petal tells a story sweet, Of life renewed at summer’s feet.

O little garden, breathe anew, With every gust of warm spring’s dew; For in thy heart, the world we save, And find our solace by the wave.

• Thomas Woolner