All I see is fruit
Some of it is rotten
Hold my breath and fear the scent
It cannot be forgotten
Watching every step
Tantalize the garden
Pit against the roots
Of the hearts all laying hardened

Wish I had a green thumb
Release a revelation
Intrenching of the mindset
In need of ventilation
You must break from the foundation
To end the desolation
All the elements are stirring
In a force of speculation

So much left to potential
The garden lying flattened
Left to strangle self, and I ask,
“How could this have happened”
The beauty yet surmounted
This desert leaves me saddened
How I long to cultivate
But all of life has been abandoned

And the soil, it is barren
That which remains, infertile
Shall I strive against the earth
In hopes of something that’s eternal...