One lonly day
I wandered into a garden
Of dead weeds and roses
My mind blank
Eyes unseeing and
Thoughts tumbling but with
Nothing to say

It almost seemed
Out of place
The joyful song of birds
And cloudless blue sky
When inside
All I could do
Was cry

Tears and Sorrow
Were commonplace
A frequent visitor
Without Happiness's grace
A saddened spirit
Lived in Woe's garden
Created by our Maker
And I --
I was the garden's caretaker.