I'm standing here

In this garden of flowers

Smells of summer and sweetness floating around me

Colors of yellows and purples and pinks swirling together 

The cold feel of soil, calming, under my feet

The birds and crickets are chirping, letting the wind carry their sounds

All is calm in my backyard flower garden

I'm standing here again

In my garden of flowers

It's winter now

The soil is frozen over, the birds have all left

And my beautiful, colorful flowers

They're gone, ripped forcefully away from me

The wind is lashing at me through my winter coat

Hasn't it taken enough from me?

First my flowers, my tranquility, my driving force, and now it dares take more?

Of course I could rebuild my flower garden 

But why should I?

Why should I have to rebuild what was viciously taken from me?

What if it's torn away from me again, like it inevitably will be? 

I give up on this stupid flower garden

After all, it can't be taken away from me if it doesn't exist, right?