Inside of me I have a precious peace

That rescued me on many an anguished day

My garden with its therapeutic clay

My place of meditation and release.

The trees and shrubs all harmonise in voice,

Flowers, fruit and veggies wink and smile,

Birdsong serenades me all the while;

How could I not be happy and rejoice.

How blessed I am this solace to possess,

A haven full of warm and quaint delight

As o’er my head the sun is shining bright

This heavenly gift I always will caress.

I listen to the words my garden say,

Wisdom that is passed down from above,

Imbuing me with kindness, peace and love,

To guide me and protect me on my way.