a painting of a forest with mushrooms and a stream

In a garden not far, where the sun loves to play,Lives a world full of wonders, come, let’s run away!The flowers are dancing, the bees hum a tune,And the trees whisper secrets to the bright afternoon.A butterfly flutters, her wings painted gold,She tells little stories, both daring and bold.The mushrooms are houses for fairies so small,Who sprinkle their magic on one and on all.The stream sings a song as it babbles along,It carries the frogs with their croaky, fun song.And if you look closer, just over the hill,You might spot the rabbits, so quiet and still.This magical garden is waiting for you,A place full of joy, both old and brand new.So come every morning, or under moon’s gleam,For this is the place where you’ll find every dream.