My little slice of heaven,
the place that I call home.
It keeps me grounded, fills my soul.
I never need to roam.

From here I see the wonders
that nature gives to me.
And even in this tiny space
my spirit is set free.

The rabbit and the squirrel
find sustenance around
my sweet abode, and freely roam.
For they are safe and sound.

Winged creatures nest
and play a symphony;
and gather food for self and brood
all about the tree.

Fleeting reptile feet.
Colors glimmer fast.
Lucky eyes might chance to spy
friends that scurry past.

Burrowed in the soil,
what might give some a shiver.
A cool delight! Exciting sight!
The helpful snake does slither.

Buzzing, crawling, flying
wonders fill the void.
Their lights at night or wings so bright
leave me overjoyed.

My little slice of heaven,
my favorite place to be,
keeps me grateful, thankful, blessed
for wonders that I see.