Seeker Magazine
Garden Secrets
by Ellenodale
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My mother's garden by the trees
Is filled with bugs and bumblebees,
With fairy rings and tons of flowers,
I sometimes wander there for hours
And try to catch the butterflies
(They're worms, you know,but in disguise)
On secret missions through the blooms
That fill the air with sweet perfumes.
They whisper secrets I suppose,
To every buttercup and rose..
They warn them of the coming hordes
Of grasshoppers and beetle lords.
And sometimes I find secret trails
(My mother says they're left by snails)
That wander through the lily bed
But I imagine elves instead.
I see them in the woods some nights,
Descending with their signal lights,
And though my Mom is very wise,
I know they can't be fireflies!
'Cause I can hear their voices, plain
When listening to the evening rain
And though my parents disbelieve,
I find the tiny signs they leave.
A path of petals here and there,
Laid for an elven maiden fair
Who wandered out to meet a prince,
(They've married, and been happy since.)
The wedding was a wondrous sight,
I notice in the morning light
The bare spots where they sang and danced,
A sleeping bee they had entranced,
The mossy ridge where I just know
Their families sat and watched the show..
Just then I lift my head to see
A dragonfly who's watching me.
He is a glorious sight indeed,
This brightly armored fairy steed..
What other purpose could there be
For such a wondrous beast as he?
But when I share this evidence,
My Mom and Dad can make no sense
Of tales of magic, secrets told
Among the beds of marigold.
They shake their heads
And kindly smile
with sighs and glances all the while..
How astonished they would be
If I could only make them see!
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