My special garden was tended with care <br />nourished with friendship blooms precious and rare <br />side by side we stood tall and strong <br />always together each one had a song <br /> <br />but the song became crying bright colors drained <br />left without warning, never slowed or explained <br />Heavy is the heart that once beat with joy <br />ladened with sorrow sweet comfort destroyed <br /> <br />sitting alone it seemed so unfair <br />friendship is gone the ground is now bare <br />as melancholy tears fell on dry ground <br />new buds were blooming all scattered around <br /> <br />Blinded by shock, confusion and pain <br />overlooking the one that helped me sustain <br />So I'll smile proudly and be on my way <br />I still have a garden a faithful bouquet<br /><br />T.James Becker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/withered-garden/