What's a Garden For?

What’s a garden for?
I’ve asked around but no-one
Seems to know
Why they’re making gardens
Now that never grow.

Gardens that can’t abide
The green excess of Spring;
That take absurd offence
At every flowering thing.

These deserts with their artificial
Sod are sad-looking for a reason:
They’ve lost the will to grow
And die season after season.

The passing birds have flown away
That stopped to twitter-on
And all the bugs they used to peck
Have packed their bags and gone.

Hedgehog screws his grubbing snout
And goes another way
And Mother Fox has found a better spot
For her four cubs to play.

So don’t buy ‘clean and tidy’
Rolls of plastic turf -
Plant instead your little corner
Of the wild for Mother Earth.