On a Little Garden

Cascade of black streams

Brushing twin buds of a flower.

They open and close with dew aplenty,

Perched on a long stalk.

Petals on a pink rose,

Merry leaves dancing to the breeze.

All on a little garden.

The bark of a tree,

Bearing nests for young ones to rest,

Spreading two wide branches,

Fruits to feed the hungry.

The roots hold strong,

To give shade and comfort,

All on a little garden.

The scent of the flowers,

The sound of the rustling leaves,

The taste of the fruits,

The music of the flowing streams,

The touch of the carpeted grass,

The shade of the willowy tree,

Are all that is truly me – all on a little garden.