On a seaside *****,
there is an old weathered house
resting in its place

Many sun shines alone
burnt, but steadfast to its role
Cool breezes maintained

While angry storms wrecked
a quiet escape it kept
Lightning struck and soaked

The garden lay waste
leaves high, shrubs dried: untended
All unintended

In adversity
this old weathered house stood firm
till its job was done

Now, the sun shines through
a hole for every year passed
and heat pierce its flaws

Tattered windows shut.
Splendid views cannot be seen
like eyes closed to sleep

Garden's lush and groomed
Flowers adorn every niche
Wreaths of perfection

On a seaside *****
there is an old weathered house
resting in her grave