I sit alone in my sacred garden,
of all my precious plants and thoughts.
For I have gained their infinite knowledge,
now I absorb their mystical powers.
The mild southern breeze,
rustles through their leaves and forms.
Infusing the air with their lifeless presence.
As the leaves of yesterday's green, now gone
As life once was has now faded.
Their dances upon the wind becomes quite therapeutic
As I muse over their ancient lore
Remembering the life that once was.