كلمات The Gardener

I spend my night in the garden I plant my hands in the dirt I dig a pea up for a pillow And fall asleep into the Earth The marching ants draw straws to save me From falling deep too gone to tell Without avail, I'm floating softly Awakened by a ringing bell My message to you is Be true to what grows on you Plantlife lives in a dream So let me dream a little too I work all day at the Harbor Stretching out my thoughts insist Another dream that I've created Watch it grow or let it sit A big fat fly sits down beside me Her bulging eyes begin to shift She spots the edible orchid flower That was earlier picked