Through the prism, outside my window

With its myriad of refracted light

The earth looks very different

As daytime gives way to night

The view through my small window

Is, quite different every day

The birds they come to feed out there

The butterflies to dance and play

Honey bees, oh there’s so many

Race to tap that golden dust

Packed deep now in leg pouches 

Heading home, its nearly dusk

A hundred thousands tiny Daisies

Fading pink through pastel white

Draped over the garden wall and

Now reflect soft pale moon light

Summer days roll by so quickly

Age, it speeds the seasons past 

The grapes are green and ripening

So to the neighbour’s long grass

The sun bleached grey white concrete

Feels so hot, still under foot

It worms my toes and aching feet

Now at ease and feeling good

The wind it blows its night breath

Round and through the tall green trees

Across my face and through my hair

A sense of deep earthly peace

I love my home, my small garden

I feel warmth and safety there

My hiding place of solitude

From disappointment and despair

I feel lost and sometimes lonely

Even with my busy life 

I give so much, of myself

To deflate the balloons of strife.

I’m a beautiful loving woman

A great mother and auntie too

But often I just want some love

And pampering, just from you 

Through the prism, outside my window

And my garden there just right

Helps me focus on many problems

And see things in brand new light

It seems, you’re different from the rest

Only the test of time will tell

Come tend my garden with me

And cast your lovers spell

Be not as the fattening slug or snail

But the humble, busy bumblebee

Come fertilise my small garden

And live your life long with me