I spent some time in the garden, feeling with nature entwined
I stepped out in the sun with my lawn feeding gun to see what pleasure I’d find
I start to prune at some flowers, feeling so close to the land
Plucking and pulling and picking away, eww there’s a slug on my hand
Pulling on my gloves I move right along and continue to enjoy the dawn
I kneel by the bed my knee goes instead into what a cat left on the lawn
I wipe myself down and get back into pace pulling at weeds with no qualm
A bush I attack then quickly throw back as a thorn goes straight into my palm
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I sit back and admire my garden, with a drink to make my day complete
My mind wont be taxed I can truly relax now that its covered in concrete
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