he forgotten garden, choked and wild,…

he forgotten garden, choked and wild,
Where withered blossoms sadly lay.
The gentle tending, long exiled,
And thorns have grown, to block the way.
The fertile soil, now hard and dry,
Beneath a bleak and weeping sky.
The buzzing bees, have ceased their flight,
Lost to the darkness, and endless night.
But a tiny shoot, with tender green,
Pushes through earth, a hopeful scene.
A gardener's heart, remembers the sun,
And the work of nurture, to be undone.
Each careful weeding, a act of faith,
To coax new life, from barren wraith.
The garden blooms, with colors bright,
A testament to inner light.