“The fresh smells of summer, still clearly in my mind, even if I can only, live them through, in the memories of my files” Gun Roswell

Summer’s garden gone, but not forgotten

The pictures, so totally vivid, and the colours equally lively
It would have been impossible, to even take that guess, wildly
Whether this was the real life, or just, a few simple memories

But, the garden will be, from now on sleeping for a while
Still, there just might be, something there, surprisingly, alive
Beneath all that soil, the dirty thing, protecting, that evidence

Even if it seems so completely discarded and dull like grey
There, on the ground, lying, some half dead, and left over hay
It won’t be long though, after the winter, a new time strong

The flowers, the grass, the berries, the birds and even, the bees
Will be wildly blooming and all over humming, the green and full fields
So, in a blink of an eye, the picture perfect setting, has come along