Eden

It is mine alone for only I
know of its presence since
I alone tend it after planting
and nurturing my secret garden.
It is seen by a privileged few
who deliver services at my
front door, none others are
aware of the hidden treasures
that luxuriate in a plenitude
of sumptuous form and
magnitude of colours
tucked within the greenery
closely embracing my home
amply screened by trees.
My valued allies, sun, rain,
butterflies and bees are welcome
in their sporadic beneficial
presence. My garden thrives,
glitters in the rain, glows with 
the sun, wafts its fragrance in
gentle breezes, and primps and
preens with style and grace,
hidden from the view of others,
pleasing and teasing its originator
and me, its fervently admiring fan.