The world is my backyard,
So pretty and colourful,
So precious and sacred,
So lush and beautiful,
So big yet so small,
So gorgeous so green,
Yet so blue.
So many different living things,
So many plants and beings,
How it changes in the seasons,
The difference from night to day.
My backyard is constantly changing in many different ways,
I watch it live, I watch it grow, and I help it along
With the seeds I sew.
I watch buds, blossoms and blooms,
I watch them wither and die and from that,
New life grows, with the help of water
And the sun the constant cycle has
Now begun.
