Elemental Beings

Elemental beings may beyond our ken reside
Though little things they be to keep little things inside
And typically our grass is green our flowers lovely grow
With form and colors of the rainbow sweet, you know.
Supposing then you’d like to have a chat with some of them
And set you out a bowl of cream or a fine wine in a glass stem
Then quietly wait in candlelight for them to join and sit
In a simple ring around you as many as will fit.
You ask them how they pass their days, “working,” they reply,
“To make the world more beautiful,” says the butterfly.
Though creatures wee and quiet, they’ve such a lot to do
And must get back unto it—haven’t long to talk to you.
They carry raindrops, pass the pollen, glitter in the sun,
And though their buzz is all about work, they’re surely having fun.
Mother Nature’s tiny folk, they turn and churn and chew
How lucky you are if they take the time to come and sit by you.