I look down from my window,
At my garden down below,
Then think of all the times we've shared,
Oh how I love you so!
The bees are humming softly,
A squirrel holds a nut,
The flowers have been tended,
And the long grass has been cut.
The Fuscias are looking splendid,
Your looking at your best,
My beautiful little garden,
Is where I sit and rest.

Jayne Davies

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blooming-good/