POEMS OF MY GRANDMA WITH DEMENTIA #14/ Divertissement

I do not know what it has

the garden of the night ...

It will be silence ...

It will be the perfume that exhales.

The electric light

it looks fantastic

playing in the leaves

and in the drops of water.

When watering at night,

watch the water jump.

With a rumor of rain

it falls between the plants,

kiss the flowers

and the leaves sing.