Author: XenaDragon-xoxo PM
The garden he planted was once so beautiful. But now, as I pace through it without him, it just isn't the same anymore.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 207 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-23-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3094780
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As I paced through the winding garden path
Hand-in-hand with my only brother
I listened intently to what the chicks said
As they waited ever patiently for their mother.
I inhaled the bittersweet scent of pollen
Watched as insects fluttered gaily along
Witnessed each flowers' dew-filled blossom
I saw a cascading beauty in them all.
I felt at peace in that garden
As I sat under the evergreen mango tree
My brother's face was enlightened
To see the serentiy this place brought me.
Now, I return to our garden
In the stillness, I see the setting sun
But as I wheel around, this garden
Without my brother, is just sullen.
I miss the chirping of the long-gone birds
For even they can feel my grief
There was so much I wanted to ask, to learn
But his favourite flower, wilting, is all I see.
The moon appears, and I listen for crickets, but nay
I guess even this garden weeps without love
I look up, and lo, a shooting star, so I pray
That my brother watches over me from up above.
A/N: This poem was written for an English aural assessment in my second year at high school.