The narrow bed
Where marigolds
Laid their bulbous head
Where little lilies
Lit up the world
Where roses posed
Like prancing posies
Only partially exposed

Now no violets grow
The earth does not know
What to show
The lilacs
Won’t bounce back
Instead take dry dirt naps

The gardener is gone
The garden’s lover has expired
Only dead earth remains
Leaving sad flowers
To wilt
Withering like
Her old creepy
Earth planted corpse