....A garden that was once so pretty
filled with life, filled with hope, filled with colors
each one given a personality.
you tend, you care, you watch as each grow
A garden that was once so pretty
all in a butch, all in a row, all line up
waving through the wind
as the sun gives them purpose for the next day
A garden that was once so pretty
people picked, smelled, and give
people shared, people laugh, people see
a garden that was once there...
it's gone...
a garden that is black
there's nothing here anymore.
Little vines started sprouting up, soon overtaking every single flower in the garden, until there was nothing left but a small patch that the vines couldn't reach, a patch where the surviving flowers thrive.
The question is, what happens when everything doesn't go to plan?