In Defense of Our Overgrown Garden

In our garden, wild and free

The beauty of nature, everyone should see

Green leaves, flowers

A paradise, in our backyard

Some might call it overgrown

But for us, it is a treasure in its own right

A haven for creatures big and small

A place that lives thrives, and invites

Yes, the grass can be knee-high

But it is a home for flying birds

Shrubs can be tangled and wild

But it is a shelter for a mother and child

We may not have a perfectly manicured lawn

But our garden is where memories are born

We have seen the first sprout of every plant

They watched them grow with each passing chant

We danced in the rain among the weeds

and chased butterflies with childlike glee

We watched the sunset from our old swing

And heard birds singing

Our garden does not conform to society's norms

But it is the place where our souls are reborn

From the chaos, of the outer world

In this overflowing garden, we find peace

So let the flowers grow, and the grass grows tall

In this garden, there is no need to conform to beauty

With our hands, we will relieve its needs

Because it is a part of us, literally our hearts

So don't judge our garden by its wild appearance

Because it has a love that goes beyond appearances

In protecting our grown garden, we will stand tall

Because it is a reflection of our love for everyone.