If garden were songs
And the landscape a symphony
Mine would have a strange
But sweet melody
My garden is full of weeds
But they make no false notes
So I tolerate them here
Why bother, there's no fault
I never mow the lawn
Cause there is none around
And I have never been drawn
To such horrible sounds
Some say I should water
But I wonder what's the matter?
Cause rain does it much better
Time is money, so it's cheaper
And what about raking leaves?
In autumn my neighborgs ask
I wonder why pain on such a task?
I let them decompose and all shall pass...
What about insects do they harm?
Do I use pesticides or chemicals?
At this point you will think not at all?
You are right, except for the bites on my arms
Now you will ask me how
Do I get my garden to grow at all?
Its simple I sing and I walk
And fine it all seems to work
When people come and see the wonders
And tell me how great I am a gardener
I laugh to myself I sing in my head
The lullaby for flowers in their flowerbed
