If I walk in a sunny park with someone,
I can go there.
If a stranger asks me a direction,
I can go there.
While I’m starting at someone’s eyes,
I can go there.
There is nobody
In that place.
The secret garden
Which sunshine flows.
If we breathe
Grown ****’s sweet smell,
We can go there.
If we listen for
A faint voice,
We can hear it.
More than a flower comes out.
More than a butterfly falls
That faint voice.
The voice says.
“Don’t lose exiting things
In the river of time.”
“Don’t give up what
You have tried to capture!”
There is that place between a word and word
That time can’t reach
Like this garden.
So, In order to listen to the voice,
I’ll go to the secret garden.