The orchard seems to be frozen in time
Unripe fruits still have the sour taste
Many seasons have visited this place
None had inspired the orchard to yield
Sweet fruits, as promised by the seeds
Green hues transforming to pale yellow
Roots are uninspired to grow any further
Tufts of fallen grace lay scattered
Abandoned houses of dwellers remind of the dreams
Each, in a contemplative and meditative state
As silence echoes through the passages
Bereft of love and the nurturing hands
Soon the branches will go bald and barren
Greedy thoughts and the sinful tongue
Transformed this orchard to an abandoned land
No more sweet fruits or juices of love
Nature bears a weary look from the travails
Green landscape will be forsaken by the sun and wind
Bountiful orchard will be wiped away from memories©
Great orchard.
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Wow. Love that art piece. *-*
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Thank you so much.
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Beautifully done:)
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Thank you.
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