The garden is yawning
The slabs need a clean
The weeds are still sleeping
Just waiting to be seen

The shed is still standing
Held together by a strand
The plant pots are tight together
Early daffs rising hand in hand

The fish are just waiting
In the still ripple less lake
The frogs with one eye open
Not quite fully awake

The people are smiling
As the sun shows its face
Spring is around the corner
As the garden gathers pace