The Garden Poem by soren Barrett

The well is empty, the spring has dried
The ground is barren, the crops have died
The sun is dark, no light inside
Jilted the bride, no tears to be cried

Spring is past, summer is hot
In the draught the fruits do rot
No shadow found where shade is sought
Eden has died and soon forgot

Thorns and brambles, the serpent lied
A desert where water is denied
Sucked up by stones where it does hide
Now only sweat born of man's pride

The only liquid now is bought
Crops watered with blood and snot