Deserted Garden

lying on a bench in my favourite corner, watching the deserted garden, small trees standing not moving, surrounded by withered flowers, they must be unhappy ! cause those days are colder than ever , but they are defying the wild weather , they usually dance and follow the rhythm but not any further .. nothing changes but the rhythm, it was soothing and cozy but not any further.. they can't hear it , they can't feel it ! played with bitterness , they can't handle it ..! the gardner left them in fact , it was a thoughtless act , how could he tell that they'll never bloom again ?! morning comes , hopefully the sun rise ! the coldness starts to fade , flowers start to grow and bloom again it's not about failure !! it's all about how to rise again...