The Country Garden. Poem by Andrew Lees

It is only a country garden,
With flowers sweet and rare,
Where honey bees hum merrily
And butterflies are there.

It is only a country garden
It’s near to god they say
Where you can ponder for a while,
At the end of every day
.
It is only a country garden, where the sweetest roses grow,
And the birds are always singing
From dawn til evenings grow.
It’s just a glimpse of heaven,
Beneath a sky of blue,
It’s only a country garden,
But it holds my love, and you.