Resignition

The little garden,
that sits in the sun.
The flowers are dying,
one by one.

All it needs,
is one little thing.
So they can watch the sky change,
and hear the birds sing.

This one precious thing,
is not love or care.
It's something we all need,
and can find anywhere.

So why has this garden,
been neglected so?
Why let it die,
unable to grow?

Because mankind is evil,
we kill al we create.
So maybe we'll just resign,
to our death-filled fate.