Landscape: Poetry (the garden)

Alone in the garden do I walk
Till suddenly a boy I hear
My brother grumbles behind me and states
"I didn't know you were going in here"

I had to walk into the vines
on a dirt path made by man
All around nature took its course
And foiled all the humans plans

Plants were unruly
Weeds were overtaking
Vines shot down from the branches
It was truly breathtaking

Trees were fallen on the ground
Mushrooms spouted from every sight
And although I knew it was day
I feared the moment it would become night

I could hear cricks and creeks
From the dripping of rain into the ground
But with every crick and creek did I hear
I would uncounciously turn around

Until the cricking turning into thumping
And the creeks turned into symbols
I could hear the music of the terrain
Not complicated, beautiful, yet simple

It amazed me that even around so much beauty
Man had left its negative mark
And in that moment I was reminded
I wasn't in nature but a man made park

I hope the gardeners forget to garden
And that man decides to step away
Letting the forest consume the area entirely
So that nature can take the lead in this play

It had been years since I had been there
When did I lose my connection to the ground
I will keep the reminder in my heart to visit
So that I dont forget the earth's sound