Garden of Secrets

There was an old lady
who was proud as can be,
with a charming flower garden
for all to see.

She would tend to it daily,
with love and with care. 
So enchanting it was,
people would stop and stare.

When no one was looking

a strange happening took place.

The flowers would have

a silly smile on their face.

Yes, the flowers had faces,

with eyes, mouths and noses.

Even the biggest, smallest

and reddest of roses.

The flowers stood proudly,

all lined up in a row.

In the garden of secrets

where enchanted  flowers grow.

Under cover of darkness

with the stars twinkling bright,

the flowers leapt out of the garden,

dancing beneath the moonbeams light. 

Their leaves became arms and hands,

their roots, legs and feet.

Out of the ground they skipped,

dancing to a beat. 

With a broom for a guitar

and a pail for a drum,

Johnny Jump-Up and his band,

called all flowers to come.

The garden became bare

as the yard filled with flowers.

All singing and dancing

till the early morning hours.

The Mums and the Daisies

played hide and go seek

while the Lillies and Iris’,

took a swim in the creek.

All of the flowers,

the young and the old,

sat in a circle

while story time was told.

They listened happily

as wise, old Bachelor Button spoke.

Giggling out loud

at his stories and jokes.

When the stars began to fade

and the moon wasn’t as bright,

the flowers knew it was bed time

and they all said, “goodnight!”

They leapt back into the garden,

from that which they came.

When the sun rose each morning,

the garden always looked the same.

If you listen very closely

on a warm starry night,

you might hear the flowers singing,

if you close your eyes tight.