My little garden,
growing deep inside
has many different features,
on each side of the divide.

In my little garden,
a brave tiger resides within,
but on the other side
is where the timid mouse has been.

In my little garden,
where all my beautiful plants grow,
in the sun are strong bamboo and oak,
fragile willow and anemone in shadow.

In my little garden,
music plays all day,
in the shadows is hardcore metal,
and in the sun, graceful classical plays.

In my little garden,
color schemes are present,
light is a happy yellow,
in the dark, sad blue is in front.

In my little garden,
some minerals come out to play,
unstable forsterite hidden deep within,
and confident topaz in line with a sun ray.

In my little garden,
interpreting is the key,
the symbolism of the garden,
actually symbolizes me.