In a garden, size of an elephant
You may rest here, in this blue wicker chair
Troupe of bees will be dancing
Through the hands of sunbeams
To give you morning greetings
In the garden, where kids were running
Paper flowers of coral and crimson
Will thrive like yesteryear
The elder parrot will lead
The choir of various species
To sing you afternoon greetings
In the last row of this grand parade
The elves wave their wounds
You may slumber in this warm bed of earth
And we’ll see each other in the galaxy