My blooming great big garden

surrounds my wooden seat

with a tickle of full-grown leaves.

A lushly verdant treat.

Green fingers? Not for me.

I leave my lawn to live

its meant-for, yearned-for life.

And my laziness it forgives,

as the sunset gently butters

the grateful, eager leaves.

I’m full of love for life,

connecting to some heart-felt peace.