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