Recess Files... Contd

Pictures of a promising yesterday...

I saw today...

The few things I cherished are withering away...
In my own garden... my mind affray...
Where is the gardener...?
Who sprays the water so cool...?
And trims and cuts the odd bits and that...?
(Look its already passed June...)
Who softens the soil...
And makes room for the sun to shine...?
On this withering garden of mine...?
Where is the gardener I say...?
I guess it was me all along...