Flowers, buds or weeds
Has nature all it needs? ,
Or is the foliage shrivelled and weak
Leaving this area morbid and bleak? .
Maybe it`s thrived in wonderful glory
To produce its own perfect story,
Shall we wait, do we care,
Is any perfume hiding there? .
Some may find it, then walk away
To be drawn back another day,
This lost garden now in disguise
Waiting for the fog to rise.