Tranquil Garden

Dear garden of my childhood, here my years Have run away like little grains of sand; The moments of my life, its hopes and fears Have all found utterance here, where now I stand; My eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears, You are my home, do you not understand? Excerpt from 'The Fruit Garden Path' by Amy Lowell (Public Domain) 1/1 Edition. 4608 x 3328 px. Digital Art, created with AI.