Conversations in my Garden

(My imagination of what goes on in my little garden patch)

Hello to you Daisy and to you too Marigold
Did you see the little hole that houses Mr. Mole?
No, I didn’t Impatiens as I was fast asleep
But Lily noticed Mr. Snail, into the hole he peeped.

Where is Busy Lizzie, has she opened yet?
Yes, Marigold she has, that’s why her petals wet
But they should be dry as it surely didn’t rain
Maybe it was from the leaves of Mr. Sugar Cane

Oh Miss Rose have you perfumed the garden ?
Butterflies and bees go gather the pollen
Will the little gnomes be able to find
Their tiny toadstools as they’re covered with vine

The dragonflies will have to carry the ants
For their short little journey to the end of the fence
Will you grasshopper stop chomping on buds
And help the poor worms get out of the mud

And now Mr. Frog with your hind legs so strong
Can you lift up the worms to where they belong
And Miss Jasmine with your flowers so fair
Could you help Rose and work as a pair

This is the way a pretty garden ought to be
Plants and insects together in perfect harmony
When evening shadows fall, the garden patch is still
Mr. Cricket emerges out of his lonely little hill.

~ Liz Sammy-Chin ~