REVIVED GARDEN
For the longest time,
this garden showed no signs of life.
The crumbling dirt of neglect
blew away on an uncaring wind.
And so it would have remained,
had fate not intervened.
You tilled the soil,
enriched the dry earth,
and turned the barren wasteland
into a magical oasis.
This once, empty garden flourishes
through the vibrant colors of you.
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THE GARDEN’S PRAYER
Let the sun and rain
restore the beauty sleeping
beneath my soil.
GARDEN OF THE LOST
I find no peace in the place you are resting.
I find no comfort from your surroundings.
The grass is a healthy green,
The trees are filled with new, shiny leaves.
But this is no bountiful, fairyland garden.
The blooms bursting forth in the sunlight
are sullen reminders of what is lost
and cannot be returned by silent splendor.
The Garden
She sits on the cool green grass
The smell of hyacinth fills the air
The warmth of the sun returns
She takes a breath of joy.
And turning to see the shrubs
The lovely thorned roses
Tempted not to raise herself
The day will just go on.
The love of colors simple and pure
The passion of water and soil
That constant reminder of life anew
Keeps alive tomorrow for her.
But then they come to take her back
Away from her garden fair
To wheel her back to the surgeon’s knife
With the smell of grass in her hair.
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