Just within a square foot A gift from the night of A Lilliputian mushroom forest. The miniature toad stools scattered about In the grand ol' oak's shade Surrounded by nine foot high bamboo grass. And Gulliver stands over it A washed in wonder. One day of life In the world that is Hidden in the dank mulch A mysterious forest A magic beyond botany From a world that isn't. Gulliver stepped into the forest Shrinking, shrinking until He stood face to face With a faerie queen sitting on a toad stool. All about him hovered Fairy men and women Greening the trees and grass Ripening the tomatoes Growing the peppers and eggplants Painting the impatiens, snap dragons and roses. A ring of fairy children form And dance and sing gliding around him. But now the day that was was passing and Gulliver returned to the world that is. As he stepped over the withering forest, He stopped of a sudden: There at the fuchsia blossom A hummingbird suddenly appeared Hovering, drinking And fleeing back To the world that isn't.
©2011 John A. Mills