I know of a garden, you might know one too,
It hides a big secret, as all gardens do.
There's magic in this place, and wonders to be found.
Creatures pass through it, with barely a sound.
They don't say too much, they're busy you see,
They're not in the garden to entertain me.
To each flower they fly, in a blinding zoom,
They're making sure, each plant will bloom.
Some inch along, wearing fabulous fur,
They must eat a lot, so transformation can occur.
Others lay out traps, and then run to hide,
Only when it rains can you see the gems inside.
At the end of every day there shines a special light,
Made of all different colours, so beautiful and bright.
That's the secret of a garden, tell others if you dare,
Understand that if you do, they will want to join you there.