The School Garden

Our school garden is a work of art,
It is our own exquisite museum, 
Upon entering you’ll see ants dart, 
And butterflies which shyly glide away upon seeing em’,

You will feel the comforting dirt sandwich between your toes,
And the tickle of the ants’ nips,
When looking down, you will see ill-fated plants begin to decompose,
You will feel the whistling wind through your lips,

When walking forwards, you will see a gamut of plants, very much alive,
And take in the captivating atmosphere of nature,
Little sprouts will enter the world and begin to thrive,
The seeds that will grow into trees, cut for paper,

The flowers which the children will suck on for nectar,
And the ladybugs which hold a peculiar past,
Walking on, your mind swarms with thoughts and you wonder,
What will come last?

Then looking ahead, you will see the children giggle amongst the good old veggie bed,
And you will see the children frolic in the dirt,
And then you realise that your question has been answered,
Finally, as you walk away, you admire the fact that nature has given a beautiful birth.