My garden is a wilderness. <br />Devoid of all formality <br /> but full of beauty nonetheless. <br />There everything grows naturally. <br /> <br />Self seeded plants grow where they please <br /> with trees and shrubs placed randomly. <br />A haunt of butterflies and bees <br />and fairies too quite probably. <br /> <br />I do not choose to interfere <br />with what nature decides to do <br />She knows what plants will flourish here <br />but always subject to review. <br /> <br />She is a master gardener <br />superior to any man. <br />It is entirely up to her <br />to carry out her master plan. <br /> <br />There’s nothing that I need to do. <br />Nature supplies the maintenance. <br />As seasons change so does the view. <br />Always kept in perfect balance. <br /> <br />The only thing which I supply <br /> are garden seats of weathered wood. <br />Chosen to blend in carefully <br /> as I intended that they should. <br /> <br />Somewhere to sit and meditate <br />or if you choose, to read or write. <br /> And sometimes if the hour grows late. <br />Enjoy the quiet of the night. <br /> <br />My garden is a wilderness <br /> devoid of all formality. <br />Not the result of laziness <br />I leave it how it wants to be <br /> <br /> 26-Sep-08 <br /> http: //.blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers.<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quite-naturally-for-m-lady-tai-chi-italy/
