Inside me there is a garden
My legs are the path way to the other garden
I walk I search I follow the voice of murmur
whisper in my ear that
One day I ‘ll find another person
carry the same weight as my garden
inside which

Fountain keeps the air moister in every season
Morning sunshine kisses the lazy bud’s eyes
Dewdrops silently climb down the leaves’ face
Early birds singing a joyful song
Trying to wake up the graceful butterfly