A tiny bit of heaven grows
In secret places no one knows
Sometimes a corner near a hedge
Or closeby at the garden’s edge
Under a pine tree by the fence
With smell of violets intense.
Around a tree stump you can see
Peat moss plays host to wild daisy
The dandelions tramp all about
While peonies their color flout,
Oh such a sight for all to see
And witness as God’s litany !