love and land

I don't know what to write about it.Wrote it in the class, and my mind was wandering in a world of its own and I felt the words coming from somewhere deep within.

A garden goes to waste,
the plants wait for you.
So do the birds parched on the trees,
the plants,the grass and the early morning dew.

A kaleidoscope of emotions
will show you what I have.
The colours are a thousand,the patterns a million,
and so are the motifs of my heart.

The birds flock the sky,
but sing a sorry tune.
A palace but with no subjects,
haunting like some ancient ruin.

But the one who would change it all
is away, long gone from land.
And even the sun is sorry
and the land is sad,
and the soil is slowly turning to sand.