I hate a quiet garden
Where things are all just so,
Where nothing gets too out of bounds,
Or messes with the flow.
I like my garden lively:
Bees lining up to the bar,
Brugmansia overflowing,
Botanical repertoire.
It gets a bit untidy,
With vines rambling to and fro.
But it’s better than wild blossoms
With nowhere else to go.
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