In My Garden

In my garden there’s,
Trees and flowers,
A cool breeze,
And April showers.
Moss and vines,
Wrap the branches,
Roses cling to,
Stoney arches.
All is forgotten,
it’s burried under ground.
Time doesn’t hurry.
i hear no sound.
Nothing moves,
Nothing grows,
It’s still and it waits,
Even when the wind blows.
And as I’m watching,
As I wait,
The whole world seems to turn,
but I stay the same.
All is forgotten,
it’s burried under ground.
Time doesn’t hurry.
i hear no sound.
In my garden,
No noise is found.
Birds fly above,
But their wings make no sound.
And I can’t speak,
And I can’t hear,
No one would know,
There’s not a soul,
To be found.
I had forgotten,
I’mburried under ground.
Time doesn’t hurry.
I make no sound,
Make no sound.