Yellow, red and blue flowers filled her tiny front garden,
While small insects thrived and swooned.
Each passer-by would turn their head before slowing down to snoop.

The butterflies danced from flower to flower, as honeybees rested on blue.
A splendid kingdom of nature,
A place where life would bloom.

If only she saw that garden now and seen those concrete blocks.
No wings, no petals or pallets of colour. Just a carpet of dull, old cobbled rocks.