My garden sang a lullaby last Summer
Reminding me of characters of old
Of folk and dogs and friends who are no
longer
Of laughter, tears and hugs that warmed my
soul
My garden sang a lullaby last Summer
It started in the heartwood of the tree
The wild flowers joined the grasses in the
chorus
Of robins, wrens and dragonflies and bees
They sang with dandelions sending sunshine
And singing to the pearly rain-washed sky
The poppies danced and swayed in bright red
scarlet
But no ladybird was there to sing her line
They sang how blackbirds queued for bathing
water
Joined by a cheeky sparrow, or three
How starlings used to splash in all together
Now the birdbaths sitting still and calm and
free
Next doors wild gardens home to teaspoon pink
birds
A brand-new car park may be on the cards
For SUV’s and E cars and Tour busses
For wild things tarmac’s simply way too hard
They say wild things are moving towards the
west coast
To find a home that’s safe, where they can be
But so too are so many folk and tourists
There are no more meadows once you reach the
sea
My gardens lullaby has helped me tune in
To lullabies of meadows, woods and fields
The oceans, lakes and streams and flowing
rivers
Are singing farewell nocturns in the breeze
Umbrella pines of Rome are slowly dying
Their majesty is fading in full view
Infested by a tiny vicious army
Can we save these ancient souls of Rome?
They say that even small things make a
difference
And maybe I can make a difference too
I’m listening to the songs from my garden
Where wild things nest, and live and rest and
bloom
Songs from flowers, grass and trees
Songs from insects, birds and bees
Songs my garden sings
Songs from oceans, hills and bogs
These are natures songs of love
Songs our wild world sings
