07/31/2023
In the garden's heart, I make my home,
A snuggery gnome, all carved of stone.
A jolly cap atop my head,
I've seen many summers come and go, it's said.
But today, the sun beams fierce and bright,
Its golden touch ignites my plight.
My stony frame begins to warm,
As rays of light, my heart transform.
Slowly, I feel my edges blur,
As if nature's brush, an artist's stir.
My rugged lines begin to soften,
In the summer's heat, I am emboldened.
With each passing moment, I begin to change,
Into something new, transformed, and strange.
My solid form, once so strong,
Now yields, as the hours prolong.
I become a river of molten grace,
Finding freedom in this warm embrace.
A work of art, no longer still,
I'm a flowing gnome, with an iron will.
Yet, as the evening shadows grow,
The sun's fierce ardor starts to slow.
I find myself re-solidifying,
In the cooling dusk, I am mystifying.
Back to my snuggery spot I return,
Agnate once more, my form concerns.
But in my heart, a warmth still lingers,
From melting in the sun with nature's fingers.
So, if you pass me by, take heed,
I'm more than stone, a gnome indeed.
For in the summer sun's embrace,
I find my spirit's timeless grace.
