Garden of Sprites

I sit in the garden

on a small marble bench

beneath the sun.

The roses bud,

and the lilies grow.

The water glows and makes music

as it falls down the stream

of little waterfalls.

I follow the stream

into a land of beauty

and wonder.

I walk around to see wild flowers,

patches of four leaf clovers

and small rainbows.

I follow them to find no gold,

but to find a smaller garden.

Little Sprites dancing

in the middle of a circle.

They dance in little trebles,

and hornpipes.

A celebration it seems.

I didn't wish to intrude,

but I found myself

gazing in amazement

as I sat in the

Garden of Sprites.