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