The Disappearing Garden


I entered the garden with the fireflies glowing gold,
The grass bristled tickling my toes,
It came out of a scene from a fairytale told,
The beauty is unseen, nobody evens knows.

Then the moon started shining,
The birds began rhyming,
The stars started lining,
And the foxes began climbing.

The wind whistled in the breeze,
The squirrels gnawed at the trees,
The dirt settled in a tease,
And I got weak in the knees.

A wolf howled in the distance,
The owls echoed in persistence,
The moon dawns with resistance,
And the critters hide from existence.

The leaves fall to the ground,
Deceased into mounds,
The Sun comes around,
All feeling was never to be found.

The trees crumble in a twister,
My face melted like a sifter,
It happened, couldn’t be crisper,
And everything vanishes in a whisper.

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