Wondering this empty garden

Tranquillity fills this land

For once there is relief

From the stench of the cold, dark air

The garden breaths colour everywhere

Bold blue, yonder yellow, perfect pink

The smell of nature calls away the darkness

Lulls away from despair

Yet even a beautiful place hold scars

Soon the beauty withers away

It can nether recover what’s lost

And what is hidden is always there

Soon this place of perfection will die

Its blossoming colour turned grey

For that is nature's way, is it not

To wilt, and fade to air