In the Garden

One afternoon at three I walk down to a garden. A cactus fell my feet. It's torn hurt me It oozed a blood. I'm angry. I smash it with a stick. The cactus hurt too. Milk flows at its body As I went home. Days passed, I'm back, Cause I want to see a rose. There was none. The cactus, was still there Standing. No more milk mark. Only like tears that's on its scar. I pause for a moment, And think, But have no answer. So, I just went home And sleep...