The Empty Walls Of Haven

Where once people played

I see they have gone

Where once words flowed

The eager poets are none

 Even the gardener left awhile

To find a bluer sky

And she returns to play alone

As the flowers soon ask why

 Being alone is ok

Gives you time to realize

Just what is important here

What makes us enjoy our lives

I will remain where I know

The haven still lives on

And the gardener will tend

To keep the weeds long gone