I was walking along the path
It was just another ordinary patch of land
But there seemed to be something about it
What it was, I did not know

I became the gardener I never knew I was
It became my thing to do
To prepare the soil and let it grow
To become a beautiful garden

I knew the rains and the storms would visit
To make it more beautiful in the end
But sometimes, the soil gets washed away
Leaving behind just an empty hole

And all that is left is me wondering
Where did the beautiful garden go?
But then yet I tell myself
I am now forever a gardener

[To you, friend...hope you will forever be a gardener]