Secret Garden
Amidst the brilliant colours, of this garden hidden away
Dwell the beings of childhood fantasies that dance and frolic and play
Where ladybirds nestle contently on a carpet of brilliant green
And the colours of the rainbow, on snail shells can be seen
Where the butterflies are purple and green and yellow and blue
With the tiniest of insects found bathed in colour too
And in the corner of the garden... In a quiet little spot
Stands a tiny little mushroom...not much more than a dot
But if you look upon this dot so very carefully
Can you see the tiny wings fluttering so busily?
It’s a magical little being...a fairy...hovering in flight
As sun reflects off tiny wing it bathes in nature`s light
And can you see the flowers...dancing with such glee
As they talk amongst each other, content and wild and free
And listen as the tiny creek giggles and flows with delight
As creatures come to drink their fill, or bathe or seek respite
And if you care to stay a while...be quiet and still if you please
Perhaps you`ll even hear the wind...as it sighs on gentle breeze
Copyright © Ingrid Pegram | Year Posted 2019
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