Garden

Moonlight illuminates my garden where tulips and roses grow,

Where life flourishes brilliantly.

It won't be much longer, I know.

I can feel the change in the air.

...but still I pray, don't go.

...but I can't change the universe's plan.

These are not seeds that I have sown.

So it's beyond my control.

Death takes hold, from the frost that births the snow.