Inside mint leaves

I am sitting in a black, hard plastic Chair which has a leg and one more And fire in its heart. And then the grass Was screeching at the top of their lungs For the witches spell had put the flame Out. Plums were hanging on the branches of Old Sir Willow but they dropped and drooped. Who? Let’s take a journey down the rabbit Hole, no, the goblin and it’s neighbouring Hobbit. We go down or north but yes, it is Going towards the smell of fading emerald Crystals and Water and Teacups. One more Tourist spot with a flag on it, which I’m really Looking forward to - do you know the small Spirits which sing in silent pitches and do you Hear them hiding inside the mint leaves?