Dreamer
You will not recognize her,
You of the careless eye
But we gardeners who know her work
Will sometimes chance to spy
The speeding little wood nymph
As she wields her small paint brush
Giving pansies their sweet faces
And the rose its dainty blush.
In the world of natural gardening
She is lurking everywhere.
While the chemical strewn gardens
Must survive without her care.
Although she is immortal,
She has helpers who could die
If insecticides should touch them;
Worker bee and butterfly.
The wide spectrum of chemicals
Destroys the good as well as bad.
That’s why butterflies are dying
And sweet Dreamer is so sad.
5/24/12
Theme: Dreamer…Magical Wood Nymph
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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