In the garden, life abounds
Where dead trees tower over the ground.
Owls take flight from a branch of pine,
As bees buzz 'round the wildflower line.
There's birds and bugs and many more,
A home for wildlife, and so much more.
A place to grow, a place to hide,
A place to be, a place to thrive.
This garden's special, it's true,
A sanctuary for nature and you.
