The Garden

by Journey Scribe 8 months ago in sad poetry

Just a Brief Reflection on the World—I guess I'm in a bit of a melancholy mood. Thanks for reading!

The Garden

I walked into a garden today.

The trees bloomed with emerald leaves.

Squirrels chittered in the trees,

Arguing over a nut for breakfast.

I walked into a garden today.

Children laughed and gave chase.

The loser of the game fell in the plush grass,

And giggled and scrambled to his feet.

I walked into a garden today.

Butterflies silently danced in the air.

Their wings sparkled with the dew of the rain,

As they drank of the succulent flowers.

I walked into a garden today.

But the green had turned to grey.

Rubber streaks marked the tires’ passing.

As the squirrels dared to dash across.

I walked into a garden today.

It is all concrete and stone.

Children scrambled about in sport,

But the loser cried when he scraped his knee.

I walked into a garden today,

And not one butterfly graced the air.

There was only one, drowning in a puddle,

But a student silently pinned it to a board.

I walked into a garden today,

But the garden is long gone.

sad poetry
Journey Scribe
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Hey, everyone! My name's Jessica, and I am a Christian and aspiring novelist just trying my hand at writing articles! Thanks so much for viewing my page/works on here!

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