Lovely, slender foxglove rendered so sweet
From your swelling bells come two tiny feet
Curled like the strings of hanging green beans
With Lilliputian boots weaved with grass roots.
Within the dewy petals, a little person lies,
Tired from her work that's more than half her size!
A twinkling of a bell marks her itsy-bisty yawn
As the light creeps in with the breaking of the dawn.
Up now, make haste, there's no time for delay
You must get started, you're only a teeny fay!
Encourage the sleepy forest to stretch it's creaky limbs,
To blossom in every corner, and make steadfast all their stems.
Unfold the timid petals, melt the stubborn frost,
Sing to the budding gardenia, there's no time to be lost!
Rustle up the leaves from the hollyhocks' bed,
Bring back the birds of paradise that from the winter fled!
Suck up the infant bloodroot from the stiff, cold soil,
Enliven the pretty irises without any toil!
Paint the dismal forest with the colors of the earth,
Dainty little enchanter, secret of ancient Peairt.
© Mikal Minarich
© Mikal Minarich
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