it could have been
a perfect painted frame
it could have been
a timeless tune to hear
only it was a plain and
simple style of a plant
that only a tired gardener
could care to nurture and to have
it could have been a
beach of blue clear water
that is so still and calm
it could have been a
cloudless sky with doves
hovering above
but it was just an endless
dream of no paradise
just barren lands with
crusted brown earth
that boils at your feet
as you walk on it or stand
as the last blooms of summer
say their farewells, goodbyes
ending its bright sunny days
as the rainy times of autumn
and the sad cold winter nights
will soon come...
