The garden feels empty

I know most won't understand.

I was a simple tortoise,

  slowly walking.

    Meeting with a pixie and a flutteryby.

Random words,

  like a shoulder to lean on.

I miss those days.

Still,

  I am the tortoise,

     and I will wander through the garden.

Might be a strawberry.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

Well, and I was the mouse, munching on the cumbercube, who stumbled upon the goosberry bush by the spider queen. :) I believe I understand the tortoise discourse.

[Pryde Foltz]

Yes how to get the bees and flutterbys back ... I guess with some honey. And here you go. Beautiful write:)