A little garden gnome stands upon the soil Looking to the garden, a path of grey turmoil The stones scattered along the ground Wobbling footsteps tripping around The sky above prepares to thunder Time to reek this garden under Children playing run inside The garden gnome, nowhere to hide Mucky brown covers his face Wet drips seem out of place But no one can see this desolate gnome Inside they are warm, outside he’s alone The stones scattered lay still once more Shattered scrapings of presence lay sore Worms they gather beyond the light Musty air paves through the night A little garden gnome waits upon the soil Looking to the garden, a path of grey turmoil He looks to the moon replacing the sun Now gone its rays have left him undone Til morning he says, they will play again Not long, I can wait until then Red paint chips from his oddly shaped hat An animal scurries, a large seeming rat Not long now little gnome, keep still See beyond the empty room you lay, until Morning comes and a new day dawns The children will wake with happy yawns Your garden will glow and grow very soon Don’t fret, await, see beauty in the moon The darkness has hope and hidden treasures Be still little gnome and enjoy its pleasures A little garden gnome stands upon the soil Looking to the garden, a path of grey turmoil The stones scattered along the ground Wobbling footsteps tripping around The sky above prepares to thunder Time to reek this garden under Children playing run inside The garden gnome, nowhere to hide