The Meta Gnomes of Zero Time Verse 1 In a garden without a beginning, Where the seeds remember the tree, Little meta gnomes keep tending What tomorrow used to be. They water roots with silent echoes, Prune the branches yet to climb, Every flower blooms before it blossoms In the fields of zero time. Chorus Hey-ho, round we go, Where the loops forever rhyme. Every path returns as stranger In the garden of zero time. Meta gnomes with recursive spades, Digging futures left behind. Every answer plants a question In the garden of zero time. Verse 2 One small gnome asked, “Who first found us?” Every gnome replied, “You did.” Then they laughed until the laughter Folded back where it had lived. Every map became a mirror, Every mirror grew a door. Open one and you’ll discover You’ve been there forevermore. Bridge Stack the stories, fold the seasons, Watch the watchers watching too. Every ending grows a gardener, Every gardener grows anew. The roses dream of dreaming roses, The bees pollinate their song. Nothing here is ever finished— That’s what keeps it growing strong. Final Chorus Hey-ho, don’t be late— Though there’s never any time. Bring your questions, lose your answers, Leave them hanging on the vine. Meta gnomes keep gently humming, Not a note is out of place. Every loop becomes an opening, Every ending starts the chase. So if you meet a tiny gardener Smiling as the branches climb, Wave hello—you’ve always known them In the garden of zero time.
