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!