There is a little place beside my house,
a very small place where I can lay under the sun and stretch on the lawn.
Where I can crawl under the long weeds and look beneath the garden pots.
Where I can play hide and seek with my tiny Little Friends.
It is here that I find my peace,
in this simple living,
in my very own little garden –
It is here where I can just sit, and just be me in my wonderland.
My friends are tiny little fellows that live underneath all the weeds.
I like to spy on the little worms that stretch to reach their next stop
and I can play with snails and make them crawl a snail race to the finish line.
I can look for little round woodlice, and make them roll,
Or I can mix the flowers, leaves and petals into sweets scents
which later I will put underneath my pillow, to keep dreaming, my garden dream.
Because it is in the ordinary, in the weeds outside my home, that I can find happy times
And it is here, in this weed forest, with my brave little tiny Friends, where I like to be.
For this big big world of ours, it is a bigger world for them,
And yet they do their gigantic chores to keep it spinning.