My handsome husband is six foot three. Today he went on a cleaning spree. Though I am thankful, I must complain, That the cups are too high for me to obtain.

There are bright orange carrots in my garden, won’t you come and see? Their stems and leaves are very green, oh come and walk with me.

I have potatoes in my garden, won’t you come and look? They are brown and somewhat round, Down in their dirt made nook.

Bouquets of broccoli grow in my garden, come and take a glance. Little trees are all I see, They can be delicious when given a chance.

Radishes grow in my garden, come and take a peep. The bunnies think it’s very funny, to eat them while I sleep.

There are great big onions in my garden, would you like to inspect? But if you pry they’ll make you cry, They sometimes have that effect.

There is so much love put in my garden, won’t you take a view? Please feel free to come and see, what I’d like to share with you.

Pots and pans, washing hands, Water running in the sink.

Plates and cups, the fridge opens up. Someone pours themselves a drink.

Bacon and eggs, a little dog begs. We know what he’s been wishin’.

Freshly baked bread, strawberry spread. Grandma’s cooking in the kitchen.

Bark on the trees, grass full of dew. Moss so green, and skies so blue.

The forest brings solitude, peace, and bliss. The songs of the birds, and a butterfly’s kiss.

The chittering of creatures both large and small. A deer walking passed, a blue jays call.

The squirrels twirling round through the trees. The busy buzzing from the honey bees.

A rabbit twitches its little nose, The blooming of a beautiful rose.

The chatter of a baby fox, A river babbling over sandstone rocks.

The forest is a wonderous place, Touched by the Mothers mystical grace.