This garden is safe garden,
This garden changes you,
And the wind comes once a year,
So the pain end where the sun starts.
And you can’t see the storm that ain’t coming,
And you can’t sense the brightness of the sun,
And you float over an island,
Made for people..
With no humans on board.
And on the background is a dream,
A dream worth sailing too,
But the ship doesn’t exist,
And you’re in the desert.
And the monkeys sang,
To a spaceship in the middle of nowhere ,
With skeletons in its closet,
The closest of an empty spaceship,
Of monkeys and zombies.
And round and round they go,
And round and round you think,
And places to places they see,
And worlds and worlds you hear,
But the racers don’t hear you,
And you see the dream.
And the garden has leaves,
Leaves of insects of feathers and dreams,
And the dreams take you to a flower to a scene,
That change you and whatever life may seem,
The change of games,
And applications and gears,
And soundtracks to come,
And soundtracks yet to come,
And starred messages as cars,
And clouds as wind , as pain as fears,
But you see,
My darling,
This garden is here,
This garden is for you,
The storm and the dream,
This garden is floating,
And this garden is big,
This garden is a garden,
A safe garden it would be.
zaki monzer 