Hidden beauty, seen by no eyes,
Left for years by those who would conceal it,
Discovered by those with open eyes.
It's key hidden within the moist earth,
The caretaker of the garden paths the way,
Going out of his way to help his friend.
Hides his soul to those who enquire,
Reflecting the seeming personality of the garden,
Obscured behind disguised walls.
A golden, glorious sun can once again reach it,
An ancient swing entertains those who wish it,
Birds chirp willingly and freely to their newfound friend.
Finds his life and freedom there,
Along with his friend, once sickly and bleak,
They find companionship that will ever last.
Just like the garden which they gaily play in,
But time is short, and someone approaches,
Will life in the garden be ever forbidden?