The Garden

I’m planting seeds in the garden
Desperate for the fruits
I won’t touch them whilst they’re ripening
But devour those who do

Starving I lay
On the humble soil
Questioning if in the end
I’ll manage to be loyal

The forest must be burning
I feel it in the wind
I whisper to my seedlings
To follow their instinct

The garden image flickers
Was it ever truly there?
No other way but forward
I’m so deeply scared