My Little Garden

In the garden where I play

My best friend is made of clay

The soft sand is what I touch

And the grass is never too rough.

I sing and I laugh all day

And am never sad in any way

But what I create today is not enough

Because here is where I'll grow up.

Now it's late and I go to sleep

But in my mind is where I keep

The sand, the grass, the birds, and my friend

And I pray at night this will never end.