Ervin's Garden On the Hill

one would wonder where is this garden on the hill unsighted from many searches, now I’m standing still bewildered and weary I sat down on a log to rest I know that I have given it my best. this garden has no flowers or weeds to pull nothing illuminates when the moon is full the soil is crusted no rain touches down I can only imagine an image on this ground. perhaps I was dreaming about this garden my heart once soft, now becomes harden to lose my ideal garden will leave me with hurt won’t carry this picture of useless dirt. the scented ambiance and the colorful array of floral was once thriving with mountain laurel vividly within my mind is Ervin kneeling in jeans tending to his garden, planting what true beauty means