Here's a poem I've had published in our local weekly paper: -
All is calm, all is still;
I drink you in, so that I can survive.
Tranquility, peace and everlasting stillness,
So refreshing to sit in comforting solace.
Colours, fragrance, petals,
leaves, nectar and pollen.
Bird song, butterflies and bees.
A garden to last all eras, as a part of nature's gift.
Protected by loyal human determination to never go unkempt.