I've known the garden,
Blissfully, with buds dying
In the early winter cold.
In the distance,
You can see nothing but a thick blanket of fog.
The roses freeze to death
And frost settles in on the ferns.
Yes, I've known the garden,
With nettles stabbing your ankles.
Dirt thickened into mud which froze like everything else here.
All flowers died last night,
The cold being too much for botany.
I approach the hordes of dead daisy's,
Which is where I stumbled upon your
Lifeless dead body.
This is when I saw that winter was no more than months away,
And the cold rose from your body,
Destroying the garden you helped plant,
Poisoning it to death,
Nothing ever grows here on this
Lifeless patch of dirt and dead.