Tending To My Garden
Last night, in a most ***** dream, I saw my garden
Never as I would have dared imagine it
It was alive, breathing and was the place where there was a great happening
A party, yes, a party, of a most wondrous kind
Enjoyed by tiny people
People our eyes cannot discern
A little fairy dressed with a rose petal, appeared in my mind
And said, hey, you do need to tend to that little haven
The flowers, when they do breathe, do be the homes of the gnomes
Why, that once beautiful garden did allow the pixies to work out their choreographies
Always were we all partying, always singing and dancing
For of a most fresh lawn, fragranced flowers and a beautiful setting, we did have a treat
More, in the summer, when none of you, giant beings, would be home
We would just recline on the water lilies and relish the warmth of the sunshine
Why, I woke up with a jolt
And as from dawn, tended to my garden with a radiant heart
My garden does allow for life to thrive, life of a most wondrous kind
Of course, I believe in the being of those little people
Of course, I shall make sure they do get to enjoy their dazzling parties
Yes, of course, for those little people do rely on me for their well being!
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