Garden Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Garden

I sat there and observed
(As I watch guests here)
Flowers everywhere
The fetus was the bud
Then baby with smile
Out of age when they come
Beauty, attraction and laughter
Then mid-age, stable
And older is wrinkled
In skin and in shape
Then old ones in waiting
For the trip
And the dead
(Spread like ashes)

In each one a lesson
Unaware
Full of hope
Filled with joy, playful
Thinking hard
And waiting for the death to arrive
New birth

How lovely are gardens