My Little Friend...

Somewhere there is a land among ancient trees,
I'm the only one who knows how to get there...
I call it gnome land...

At daybreak the gnomes are coming out their little cottages...
And eating acorns-beechnuts bread...

They collect acorns and pine needles for cake batter
Withered leaves are for their dreammattresses
It is a hive of activity ...
But one little gnome is smiling at me ...
I wave and smile back...

Filled with wonder, I continued my way ...
And know that no one will believe what I saw today...