Every day I come home
I see the steps, the fallen leaves, my dog, my desk
But most of all, the garden
It's not the prettiest thing, with faded dark greens and sickly reds,
Weeds seem to live there permantently
But we still try to manage it
My favourite is the elephant ears, huge and vibrant green beauties
But of course, as is with all things, they wild and die in the winter
It starts off small, some tiny leaves fading off into the earth
But as the days get colder and my skin starts to crack
You see the leaves turn to dirt and the stems rotting away
And my love freezes over, turning my heart to stone
It's sad, I think
I'm not too sure but that's what others say
I don't mind it much, it's simply a part of growth
Going back and having some progress decay,
After all, the roots will stay no matter the season
Soon, too soon some think, spring shall come again
And with it the lush greens and delicate flowers will be born again
But my love won't be restored, simply refusing to thaw
Leaving the pain of winter and regret behind like a snow-kissed wind