School Garden

The garden, soft and green 

There’s a bush near by. 

Every time I see that bush I'm seeing salsa dancing flowers 

at the garden I stop, stressing from school work. 

My salsa flowers dance, swirling their colourful skirts. 

I walk past the garden , I'm in a jungle.

It's so bumpy its just like a trampoline. 

Going whirly and whirly until it stops, 

I  alone my beautiful garden adventure, 

Calming my every sense