in the garden

in the jostle of white Islands

across a look at ‘em sky,

the neon birdsong flickers,

and dancing on my eyelids, 

it is flowing like the breeze.

the pear blossom is counting bees,

the plum is having a snooze,

soon the apple buds will follow,

in a mo, in a mo;

and

hover-flies are bickering 

to and fro, to and fro;

and 

the sunshine is telling me,

take a snooze, do take a snooze.

upon my pinking skin,

greenflies fall with their dew,

then climb back up the trees;

for when the silver birch is shining,

and pale with baby tongues,

each one is singing a lullaby,

to wrap me down in ease.

now the fern is blowing party horns,

higher, and higher;

wake up, wake up,

look! spring is taking wing;

and as orchestra plays

i join the choir so to sing,

   and sing,

        and sing.