I spend my night in the gardennI plant my hands in the dirtnI dig a pea up for a pillownAnd fall asleep into the EarthnnThe marching ants draw straws to save menFrom falling deep too gone to tellnWithout avail, I'm floating softlynAwakened by a ringing bellnnMy message to you isnBe true to what grows on younPlantlife lives in a dreamnSo let me dream a little toonnI work all day at the HarbornStretching out my thoughts insistnAnother dream that I've creatednWatch it grow or let it sitn nA big fat fly sits down beside menHer bulging eyes begin to shiftnShe spots the edible orchid flowernThat was earlier pickedn