The garden was a shock
Always beautiful before,
The lawn was parched and dry, before lush and green
Dead flowers,
where once their stalks were laden with buds,
As if they knew, as if they were paying homage to him
As if they mourned him too.
Bees arrived but left disappointed,
Their sacs empty,
Where did Summer go?
Prematurely, just like Ken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem