While walking through the forest
On a beautiful Spring day
I came upon a meadow
I believe it was in May.
The wildflowers were blooming
The colors so vivid and bright
I was hoplessly enchanted
I stayed far into the night.
I couldn't help but wonder
How this meadow could be so lush
When I heard a sound a'stirring
In the thick underbrush.
I sat there very quiet
When much to my surprise
A little Gnome came forward
The moon twinkling in his eyes.
He carried a rake and shovel
The tools of his trade
He went to work very quickly
And what a commotion he made.
He snipped and he clipped
Made each blade of grass stand tall
Then he slowly stepped back
And admired it all.
He looked up at the sky
And suddenly there came
A small, dark cloud
And it began to rain.
The rain was a soft mist
Just a very gentle shower
So as not to harm the petals
On even a single flower.
Suddenly, he looked over
And saw me sitting there
He smiled and winked at me
Showing no fear or care.
He walked around again
This time without a rush
When all of a sudden
He disappeared into the brush.
I awoke the next morning
Not believing what I had seen
For I was fairly certain
This had all just been a dream.
I started to rise
It was time to go home
T'was then I saw the sign
It read,'Planted by a Gnome'.
Angelika Joy
Copyright 2006
