In the throes

In the throes of everywhere
Below the tree line we
The little folk
Are living
Its where we like to be
In the flowery litter
And the waters edge where we
Can scuttle here
And scuttle there
In perpetuity
Among the dainty seedlings
The sensuous divide
Where petalled symphonies exist
And where the faeries hide
Where butterflies and creepy crawlies
Dance and play away
In all the glorious comforts
Of a lovely English day

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