Garden

Raindrops fall, Drip Drop Drip Drop Watering my dying garden, Trying to restore it's beauty, Restore life and jubliance, Drippppp Drop Drippppp Drop The rain starts to pour, The flowers start to bloom The beauty begans to reform The roses open, Leaving a feeling of beauty, The morning glories Blue and mysterious This garden Is a constant memory of how Life can spring up From something presumed dead.