Changing Garden

Gardener’s been changed

He’s young and new

With a lot of fresh


Flowers and greens, tall and short

Now afraid

They maybe trimmed

Grass and creepers, both in jitters

They may be left,

To wither away

Few trees happy at their chance

To grow more tall and reach the sky

Hope and despair

The whole garden felt

When it rained

Or the hot sun blazed

Now it’s gone

And each of the green

On its own

To hope or despair