Look in the cauldron,
Do you see the garden,
Whose trees bear no fruit,
and the birds are turned mute?
The fair emerald grass,
is transformed to soot and ash.
The colored flowers seated
in the garden,now are wilted.
The children's gay cries,
are turned to cold bitter byes,
as they welcome earth,
After destruction's birth.
Now, the wind blows its sigh,
as the crimson river is dry,
And the golden sun mourns,
over the garden's doom.
A/N: hey everyone :) hope you will think after reading this, and figure out what is the garden. would like to hear your thoughts. and if the it's not flowing smoothly
, please tell me.
