An Angel Fell From a Garden

I walk around your garden among flowers and fruits, under the Summer rain. I walk alone and alone I think of the seeds you planted and the birds you don't see... Because you built this garden stones and fountains roses, carnations, sunflowers in the midst of Spring. Golden blocks to lead the way tall, fructiferous trees, tall, impervious iron gates... You built this whole garden then left me nevertheless, here I stayed. 6/11/2020 For "Garden" poetry contest - Fourth Place.