A Garden by Design

It's all by design this garden of mine

Spring, bringing bluebells and sweet celandine

Forget-me-nots nod and wild daffodils bow

Hyacinths put on a celestial show

It's all by design this garden of mine

Aroma of summer herbs, parsley and thyme

Bird's-foot-trefoil sits with innocent daisy

Midst fragrance of honeysuckle drifting and lazy

It's all by design this garden of mine

Autumn-ladies-tresses defying decline

Encouraged by neighbours of hawkbit and teasel,

Whilst scabious and ivy complete nature's easel

It's all by design this garden of mine

My bright winter pansies all standing in line

The gorse sings a song and the snowdrops ring out

As holly and cyclamen posture and pout

It's all by design this garden of mine

It's perfectly formed without reason or rhyme

Exquisitely sculpted and built to inspire

Perfected by nature, and mine to admire

In dappled sunshine, whether raining or fine

It's all by design, just nature's not mine