Farewell

I see luscious, green pines

Standing like soldiers, straight and tall.
But it will soon be another,
Who will sit and admire the beauty of it all.

I gaze at the trees, regal and beautiful.

Dressed in dainty white flowers, fragile and small.
And I know that another,
Will sit here to enjoy their beauty, when I am here no more.

As I farewell this garden,

I marvel at how it has grown.
But at the end of this summer,
I know that it will be another,
That will cherish this garden as their own.

It is balmy and warm,

And the bees and buzz lazily by.
But as this summer draws to an end,
I will gift these beauties to another.
And they shall cherish this garden as their own.

I hear the water fountain.

It bubbles and gurgles lazily without a care.
But soon this serenity will belong to another.
For them to cherish when I am no longer here.

I see the tiniest birds flitting by.

As I sit and sip a lazy red wine.
And I know that this will soon be gone.
For another awaits to move in, to enjoy this garden of mine.

The music, it drifts lazily across the garden,

The melancholy strains float towards me, gentle and soothing,
But soon another will sit amid this serenity,
And enjoy all that this magical garden can bring.

I greedily drink in each sight, sound and smell.

So the memory will not fade.
For soon it will be a picture that only I can see,
And it will be another who will stand, where I stood today.

The call is becoming increasingly insistent now.
And I will preserve these memories, deep inside my mind.
Of how I lived here contently,
Amongst this graceful sanctuary of mine.

I will leave this land that I have called home.

And I will look to the young, upturned faces that await.
Filled with innocence and grace,
With anticipation shining in every face.

 I will enjoy their animated cries of delight.

And be part of their lives, lived simply and true
They are my collection of rare, exquisite blooms,
And as their numbers grow, so my resolve is renewed.

I will say farewell to this corner of the world.

For it is time to heed those that ask after me.
It is time to enjoy their uniqueness,
A time to cherish and nurture them delicately.

I know not where my future garden lies,

But I know that I will be just fine.
Because the little ones are calling.
They ask where it is that I have gone?

And as their voices grow increasingly loud.

The urgency rises to a deafening crescendo.
I can not, and will not stem their cries for me.
I will gently close the gate for the very last time.

And I know it is because I am coming home.
Where I will cherish a new garden
One that once again, I can call my very own.