Quiet singing garden

In the quiet of my garden
When I am all alone
I hear the sound of singing
In nature’s own sweet tone
She sings to all the flowers
To tell them when to bloom
And spread their petals outwards
As they spray their own perfume
She serenades the insects
To come and have their feed
Then carry off the nectar
To places where there’s need
She rouses all the songbirds
To join with her in song
Then calls upon the sunshine
Who make these days so long
Then when it comes to chorus
She shakes upon the trees
Who in their sweet responses
Rustle all their leaves
So though I’m in my garden
And think I’m all alone
I’m really just an audience
To natures on her throne