In the garden tonight

I sit in a garden

on a rickety old bench

it's dark and its quiet

the way I like best

The lights have been lit up

winter chill has set

the grass is shining with dew

all my worries at rest.

Been making little songs

Been singing to myself

Thinking of nothing,

but so much is being felt!

I feel so complete tonight

Am not happy or sad

am walking with no one

holding nobody's hand

It's dark and its calm

my hands in the fold

I feel smug and cosy

with my nose all cold!

Im humming this poem

that I made for myself

the words flow softly

as if rhyming for itself

I wish I could post

the melody of this song

So u cud join me on this bench

and we would sing along!