The garden is gone sweet one,
seeds we sowed
And plants we grow,
The harvests to be for now..
are none.

I will wait til at last,
For cold seasons pass
While sheets of ice  prevail

The soil of fray;
today
So cracked and dry
no water to flow
All lonely and Grey;

For now

Yet these roots of mines
Yearn for my sunshine
Your ray's to lay down with me

Your gardener watches,
Waits tried and true,
With open arms and eyes of blue....