Empty, neglected,
Then the garden sprung to life,
Peace and beauty here.
Still lay the garden,
Looking at how far we’ve come,
The garden of hope.
Hope for the future,
The beautifulness rings true,
Respecting the tree.
In a circle stand,
We feel peaceful and calm,
In stillness we hope.
Crisp-fresh morning air,
Brought back from isolation,
Live on forever.