In a summer day that tastes like the berries,
Growing in a garden full of life.
The chipper of the children my soul recognizes,
Spreading through the meadows with delight.
Through the eyes of a child, the moos and the meows;
Sound just like the talks of the tales, told in the dark.
The reunion the garden of my grandparents provides,
Chases away the monster that is boredom, and everything feels alright.

Zeynep Sargın