Birds calling in the garden
Singing greeting to the dawn
A prelude to the coming day
To welcome world reborn.

Herbs in growing scented rows
With a light aroma sweet
Flowers growing around the edge
As garden walls they meet.

Simple grows the primrose,
Daisy’s subtle slender stems
Beside trunks of ancient oak trees
Whose roots there weave and wend.

Mists rising to the new day
To respond to ancient call
Modest covering aurora,
Her radiance earthward falls.

Spring blessing so embrace us
Grown from life deep underground
Adds fragrance to our garden
Its glory to surround.

In summer days to cherish
All the riches of the soil
What we grow within our garden
As bounty of our toil.

© G. Burns 25-Apr-2012