Flowers fill the singular sunny building
Sun filters through the green stained glass
Dancing across the plants leaves
Red roses dart across the path
Lining the way to the secret garden
Ivy grows along the South side of the greenhouse
Touching the sky
Clouds sweep across the sky dancing with the sun
Leaves dance in the distance spilling their secrets
Flowers are sparse in the lonely building
Clouds block the sun from the green stained glass
The plants leaves twist and grow trying to remember the moves
Half dead red roses ruggedly line the path
Halfway leading the way to the unkempt garden
Straggled ivy climbs the South side
Reaching for the cloudy sky
Clouds dart the sky dimming the sun
Leaves fall in the distance whispering their secrets
Dead flowers litter the abandoned building
The green stained glass hasn’t met with the sun in years
The plants leaves wilt laying motionless with no rhythm
Thorny stems hazardardly line the path
Showing the way to the condemned garden
The Ivy drapes its limbs over the southside of the building
Begging to to touch the sky
Clouds fill the sky blocking the sun
Leaves lay on the ground silent
The once bright greenhouse that once nourished my childhood memories now lays to waste rotting in the distance. We have both withered.
