And now for something completely different ...

Leave my canopy un-manicured,
let my branches grow undefined
that the birds may perch in my spaces.

Let daisies and red clovers
cover my grass skinned surfaces,
and buttercups and ladies smock
congregate at my edges.

Leave my stones unturned
for the slow-worm,
let the dense growths spread tables for slugs
to feed my toads.

Wild strawberries will be your reward,
fecundity will surprise you with shapeliness,
and bird-song will accompany your rest
from un-necessary gardening.