A Tale Of A Garden Poem by Matthew Holloway

It became overgrown
The garden
I failed to see
The bushes growing
The weeds taking root
And all such beauty
Disappear from me

The sweetest fruit
The softest flower
The gentle morning dew
The scent of it all
The light and colour
Oh how resplendent it were
A living poetry always there

I like a fool
Of a thousand languages
Like a blind man
Neglected and selfish
Turned away form it all
Allowed it fall to ruin
To wither and to die

It were my uncaring hand
Or my mindless act
Which took for granted
The gift I once had
I plead for the rain
The sun and the earth
To give once more
The garden I lost

I swear a new oath
To nurture such life
To care and cherish
To love and behold
Till the day I pass

I swear before all
Were I to walk once more
In the garden as before
I would make last
Till the day I pass