The willow she sings dozy dotes
and diddly dum the ivy
alder buckthorn waves her arms
the bracken slowly bows.
The pale pink rose buds her head
lavender quivers with glee
buddlea curtsies, bumble bees hum
the gate swings to and fro.
The garden spider spins her web
and circles left and right
butterflies gently clap their wings
and round we go again.
Elaine Patricia Morris
(c) August 2016.