In the garden of my childhood
My playmates were the vegetation around me
My friends were the flock of sheep
My teachers were the birds
My relatives were many
Like rain they poured when they caught sight of me
My mother,
The earth
My father,
The sky
Rocking me softly on their lap
Singing the song of simplicity.
The keeper of my secrets
The Sheppard
Guiding the way
The pasture was my flowerbed
The meadow my resting space
The grass my blanket
The river my trance
Streams of daydream knocked my thoughts tent
In unison we all danced
In the garden of my childhood.
