Garden of the Past
Hidden among vines so old,
lies a garden with many tales untold.
Crumbling wall held only by spirit,
of people passed on who had once dared go near it.
Roses and stems
winding swiftly with thorn,
are dead and dying
with no one to mourn.
Should a soul pass by
and touch their sweet petals,
would they wonder why
they've turned cold as metal?
The silence has brought
a mysterious mist
leaving memories hazy
and clenched like a fist.
It's climbing and praying
for someone to care,
that a once great garden,
is no longer there.
lies a garden with many tales untold.
Crumbling wall held only by spirit,
of people passed on who had once dared go near it.
Roses and stems
winding swiftly with thorn,
are dead and dying
with no one to mourn.
Should a soul pass by
and touch their sweet petals,
would they wonder why
they've turned cold as metal?
The silence has brought
a mysterious mist
leaving memories hazy
and clenched like a fist.
It's climbing and praying
for someone to care,
that a once great garden,
is no longer there.
