No one looks at gardens anymore

I was thrown under the bus and told to dig my way to China 

and come out on the other side of the globe, you know. 

But I didn't dig that far.

Instead I just dug till the other side of the road, found some worms, 

some random seeds, and saplings came through with the sun and 

the shine. And then I just let it all grow into this gorgeous garden. 

And it had flowers and weed and squirrels and lizards. And I just 

hid under it all, cause you know, no one really even looks at 

gardens anymore. 

And then I had this whole land of bloom and sunshine and rain and 

moon rays and I wasn't killing life, I was breathing around it. 

And then I just lived. 

No one knows if I made it to China. Cause I don't know if there was 

ever anyone waiting, ever anyone looking. Or if any of them dug a 

tunnel to the other side. I don't look at the rushful roads anymore 

you know, so I will never know. 

And my garden. Well it says hello to the sky every day.