When gardens begin to die <br />In these scorching sun and times <br />Where shall we go to smell flowers sweet? <br /> <br />When gardens die for a season <br />I do not see a change, I see only an end. <br />Some one ordered me to be pessimistic. <br /> <br />A flying bird comes down to my abode <br />And asks all of a sudden, `How are you friend? ` <br />I tell her a lie, ` I am happy in my garden`. <br /> <br />The clouds have a promise to fulfill <br />They must break into water drops. <br />To let our plants live in a garden.<br /><br />M.D Dinesh Nair<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-gardens-begin-to-die-2/
