My Garden

In my garden ,
My little sad garden ,
It was once a beautiful piece of heaven
but now It is the crows home...
Left all alone behind ,
abandoned.
For all the orchids are dead
The lilies are no longer there ,
I still see a shadow of a withered Plumeria ,
Even the roots ,
which I once thought they were deep..
are reached by frost!
It's gone ,
and I'm here to stay.
forever ,
and my eyes will shed bitter tears!
and lament a god-willed state ,
and just go on my life and accept this as my fate ...
Laying alone
among the ashes of my burned garden
trying to fashion an image of the ashes.