It may not be much, but it's sheer paradise to me
My own little corner where my mind can roam free.
It's my secret garden where everything grows
A playground for nature where harmony flows.
Francis of Assisi with out stretched arms to the sun
Beside the bird bath where waters trickle and run.
The song of the lark echoes clear through the trees
Dainty butterflies dance on a warm summer breeze.
The red roses bloom with a rich perfume divine
Sweet peas sway over fences, upwards they climb.
There's foxes, squirrels,the old hedgehog comes too
They bathe in the beauty beneath a canopy of blue.
The blossom floats down from the apple trees high
Then settles like confetti before blowing on by.
The honey bee hovers over a fresh blanket of green
While collecting sweet pollen to present to his queen.
And right at the bottom where the path falls away
A secret passage to paradise where the little folk play.
Gold trophy winner
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