in the garden’s whirlwind, her heartbeat’s song,
aggressively mowing where she belongs.
with unwavering dedication, she prunes and shears,
honouring fragility, allaying her fears.
beneath the battle scars, a delicate balance thrives,
each scratch is a reminder of how resilience survives.
amidst weeding and pruning, a dance to behold,
in the symphony of chaos, a gentle decree.
the earth’s musky fragrance, a delicate plea,
as the lawnmower hums, setting spirits free.
amidst discarded relics, each whispering tale,
uncovered trinkets, history of renters pale.
bobtails and mudlarks, her spirited kin,
join her in the weeding with a mischievous grin.
in her fervent endeavours, her spirit takes flight,
her garden’s reflection is a beacon of light.
amidst the quirks of renting, the odd leaks and squeaks,
she turns the mundane into quirky mystiques.
for in this borrowed space, she’s made it her own,
in the patchwork of chaos, her haven is sown.