The garden waits

The garden waits quietly,
infact it never stirs,
The prince has not kissed its petal lips,
Her dreams have not yet been woken from there soo long slumber,
The Ivy tries defiantly to kill the beast that conceals this
wonderland,
it is natural,
beautful thanks to itself,
no human hand has touched it for nearly 20 years,
Not since he died,
There is much hatred growing and moving through these soils,
They do not understand why he did not return,
He locked the gate,
though this time he did not return to see them,
to care for them and nurse their life,
The weeds have kiled them all now, not one flower exists,
The thorns peirced their life and beauty years ago,
The once beautiful hope still flows in the air though,
The faint whisper for him to come back,
He will never return,
And the weeds will keep growing and multiplying till nothing good is
left.