The Flowers Friend
The moonbeams tripped my pillow, gently, softly
kissed my cheek. My roof a Weeping Willow,
through which a gentle breeze did speak. In the
Tulip bowl I quickly washed my face, Damsel
Flies dried me with beating wings of lace.
Slurp ! Slurp ! The Snail came trundling by,
along a silver trail he came, slowly, surely,
slowly, Silas was his name. Heading for the
cabbage patch, his one and only aim. I climbed
his silver shell and lay back for the ride, my
pockets full of golden seeds, to sow the
countryside. Poppies, Orchids, Bittersweet
and Cuckoo Flower, Pimpernel, Primrose,
Pansies and April Shower. Whilst on this
journey distress did catch my ears, Silas came
to a halt before a pool of tears. Down the
shell I did slide, kissed him on the cheek and
thanked him for the ride. Against the moon a
lonely Rose it cried, come child confide in me
a friend is at your side. The Greenfly he sinks
his teeth, my tiny buds they bleed, ripping at
my petals in his urge to feed. I dressed her
wounds with herbs and love, caressed her petals
with golden glove. Have no worry to her I say,
for I have friends at light of day. They will come
when they have heard, the flowers friend the
Ladybird. Five spot, seven spot, eight spot,
nine, on the Greenfly they will dine. Softly,
lightly, his feet will tread, standing guard
around your head. Time is late I must go,
fields and pastures I must sow. At dawns
first glance I must fade, to the safety of the
secret glade. Under the arms of the magic
Willow, my bed of moss and Lavender pillow
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