The Silent Garden
The Silent Garden
Blowin in the breeze
I bob and bow and flex my leaves
I am a garden-- for all to admire
the one you visit often
You see my beauty,
I never say a word.
You could have visited
and enjoyed my genus,
but you plucked out the
strongest and most beatific.
My benignity
overwhelmed wisdom
As your wisdom showed itself sallow
next to the colors that emoted
from your emotions. Red all red.
Out of control you have
selfishly removed me.
Never do I recover;
As you Placed me in a vase,
with stale water and no sunlight.
I withered under your care.
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014
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