The Garden

As I fell, 3 summers passed
Gave me time to think about
All that man has done

As we fell this autumn past
I was sure to remain steadfast
And gentle in my touch

The garden has been destroyed

Wrap your fingers around the stem
Sun shone through good intention
That one could see as bad

What we carved into the bark
Longing felt with no desired
One could read as sad



Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Rogers
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