Miracle Garden

On the lifeless land of a place unknown,

Resides a garden ; Beautiful, breathtaking yet alone.

Inflorescence of various flowers sitting gracefully on the scorched field,

Mystery lies in the yet to bloom buds, concealed.

Amidst the blades of humble grass rises up the essence of melancholy,

Caught between the thorns of others' beauty,

The drenched in sun dandelion twitches.

The florets chase the horizon,

As the dark clouds in the sky tightens.

The lethal guests shatter their souls,

Sometime later, the abnormal yet normal glowing sphere gleams upon them and consoles.

The field is mythical yet Spartan,

On the skin of the land unknown, lies a miracle garden,

Wanting to be explored, wishing to be known.