standing on the balcony
looking down the garden unkept
blossoms fading-wilting
crying for attention
weary from neglect
once so alive- thriving
full of life - passionate
brilliant colors
flourishing
blowing in the wind
a garden of happiness
full of laughter
the gardener touched his flowers
with tender loving care
looking from the balcony
the gardener is no longer there.
Heather Burns
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-balcony-2/
