So many nights
I think about what everybody thinks
I never think about.
I always have a million words
But I never say them to the people,
Because of what they’re gonna think
About it.

So I talk to my garden.
I tell the leaves what I think of.
I show the sky how I feel,
Because I believe in them.

My garden will bury my sentences
In the ground.
Leaves will never overthink what I say,
And the sky will answer
With sunshine or rain.

I’m never afraid of nature.
It has mouth,
It has words
So much more than I do,
But it knows how to speak better.

Sometimes,
By the falling of the snow,
Sometimes,
By the singing of the birds,
And sometimes,
By coloring the plants with flowers,

Or,
Sometimes,
Just staying silent
As the mountain.