when we fall asleep
when we sink into the deep
who tends the plants and flowers
in mankind's off hours
who carries God's grace
to the roots and leaves
to the herbs and trees

in olden times
it was gnomes and fairies
who carried on this task
now dare we ask
whether it remains the same
in the springtime rain
are the agents of rebirth
still beings whose mirth
continues to sparkle
through the dark wall of mind

in the dead of night
is there still a light
shining