When I look at you
See flowers and hundreds of them
Blooming in rows and column
In exotic and plain
Bright and sedate
Colours
Adorning the brick and stone fence
That runs around in circles
Guarding my abode

Somewhere far behind the fence
In the green haze
A dilapidated house hides
Behind overgrown shrubs
Its leaking roof covered with moss
The floor in shambles
Walls displaying a tapestry
Of flaking paint

Yet your presence on the fence
On the walls
In the garden
Makes everything come alive
Turning the decay into a surreal scene
A paradise angels crave to be in

Sometimes more than defending
A fence provides life and meaning
To one’s existence