The Silent Garden

The Silent Garden Blowin in the breeze I bob and bow and flex my leaves I am a garden-- for all to admire the one you visit often You see my beauty, I never say a word. You could have visited and enjoyed my genus, but you plucked out the strongest and most beatific. My benignity overwhelmed wisdom As your wisdom showed itself sallow next to the colors that emoted from your emotions. Red all red. Out of control you have selfishly removed me. Never do I recover; As you Placed me in a vase, with stale water and no sunlight. I withered under your care.