So much work only remembered by the few who still come,
Trees almost bare with very little leaves here and there,
A slight breeze rustles through the leaves and branches,
The birds chirp when the wind disturbs their slumber,
They are the only sound in the air besides the wind,
Dead leaves that have fallen, lie on the ground,
Weeds and dead plants scatter the ground,
The cactus has grown to different parts of the ground,
Garbage is left littering the once clean place,
Even the broken stones that marked the path, show little care,
It's so silent, so peaceful, some may say in a sad way,
What was once a garden, is now long forgotten,
In the Forgotten Garden