There is an elf living at the bottom of the garden
every time he sneezes(because of all the pollen down there) a poem appears on his hanky
Then, he writes them down  onto the leaves of trees
gently swaying all summer and read by the birds
Till autumn takes them swirling into a different world-
and the hedgehogs collect them up to read and
make a bed all nice and crisp just before they hibernate for Winter.