For twenty-seven years did they live here
their children grew without any fear.
Isolation was my solace,
peaceful was my life.
The family of six
kept me always fix
While never were they alone
because my garden were their play zone
‘Ah My Garden!’ What do I say?
It was my pride, my most prized possession
Every spring I smiled with gay
because ‘Oh, such beauty!’ They all say.
Alive new sprouts shooting
The family singing and laughing
Green was certainly not my favorite color
but their love for green made me love it forever.
every Sunday my master would clean me up
every Sunday I would get a brand new gift.
Life was filled with sunshine
Even the rain felt warm
but as they also say not every day is Sunday.

What do I say, hasn’t it been years now?
with time I also saw pain,
my master’s demise brought misery
and darkness with utmost vain
my colours began fading,
my garden started dying.
they understood what sadness was
because unlike our master no one cared that much
The roots pulled out and gradually the plant dies.
The family broke apart
happiness got buried with my master or so it seems.
Sunshine burned my garden into agony
and rain, it penetrated through me
I could no longer with hold youthfulness
not because I was aging but because I lost happiness
happiness kept me living, living a healthy life
happiness bloomed my flowers
but we have lost it, lost it again.

3years later the family left me for good
I know they loved me but not as much as they should
it’s time for me to turn into dust
for concrete buildings will attract must.
My garden, my most priced possessions
has turned to a weed land
Beauty, no beauty does it possess
because men don’t praise it like they did it back then.
Since they are frightful of reptiles
that is my new tenants.
I miss my old family
but truth be told
I miss my Master dearly.
But he will never return.
© selfrealise