The Garden Must Envy ~ Poems & People


Watchful gardens, vigilant grow,
tread thy touch men high and low.
Falling chaos, thunderous sound,
a stark truth which doth redound.
Bathed in blood, flushed with green,
light and darkness thou hath seen.
Many a’season hath thou stood,
yearning sentience, innate though good.
O! poor welcome of the living,
ponder I upon thy misgiving.
The walk of all men thy abode,
paths and endings, serve thy ode.
Live to watch, breathe to bury,
envy the fallen, thou wilt with hurry.

Poems & People

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