My mind is a garden,
Can you dig it? Can you water it, tend it and admire its fluorescence?
My mind is a garden, I plant seeds, I feed, and I blossom
Sometimes fall comes and old petals and metals turn to dust to blow into the wind and hibernate in the ground with the moles
Comes spring, I am resurrected and refreshed, with roses, tomatoes and herbs galore  
My mind is a garden. Can you dig it, water it, tend it and admire its fluorescence?
The dirt is my canvas and my home, the insects are my friends
My little secret garden of endless ideas dreams and memories
Here I am at home and in love with my own secret garden
On the swing I built myself for me in times of need, I swing life away
In the paradise of my garden, where swans swim on my pond
And lillies sing their harmonious songs