Whispers of the Overgrown Garden

Behind a crumbling wall, where time stands still,
Lies an old, overgrown garden, forgotten and wild.
Twisted vines and forgotten flowers bloom,
A place where memories whisper in the gloom.

Lily steps through the gate, drawn by a longing,
A sense of loss that words can't quite belong in.
The garden, a living entity, breathes and sighs,
Its memories woven through the earth and skies.

She wanders through the paths, where shadows play,
Each step a journey through a forgotten day.
The garden speaks in whispers, soft and low,
Revealing stories of those who came before, you know.

Once vibrant and full of life, now it decays,
Yet in its decay, a beauty still remains.
Lily listens to the garden's gentle voice,
Finding solace in its timeless, quiet choice.

The garden shows her how to honor loss,
To embrace the healing power, the gentle moss.
Each forgotten flower, each twisted vine,
A reminder that beauty can still shine.

Lily finds peace in the garden's embrace,
In the quiet moments, in the hidden space.
The garden, with its memories and its grace,
Helps her heal, helps her find her place.

In the overgrown garden, where time stands still,
Lily learns to honor her own losses, to fulfill
The journey of the heart, the search for peace,
In the whispers of the garden, she finds release.

- Khushi Kaul