Get up each morning,
java in hand.
Saunter to the garden,
my promised land.

Turn on the sprinkler, 
and there it goes.
Feathery droplets
trailing to and fro.

Irises stand to attention
as the day lilies bow.
Tomatoes are stretching
and thyme grips the ground.

Everybody’s happy
as the Sun begins to rise.
Birds begin singing,
it’s good to be alive.