Walking in the garden,
Where no one was ever seen.
It had now become my hiding.
The only place where I could be me.
The nature was friendly,
Without a single green leaf.
We understood each other very well.
Because both of us were lonely.
I'd tell it all my grief.
I'd sit on the benches as I weep.
It the nature's turn next.
When I'm done, I sit in silence,
Listening to the rustling leaves.
I listen to what the sad dry branches say.
They tell me about thier disparity and lot care.
I stay until we're both calm,
And return the next day to repeat the same.
