'G' (Guardian) Poem by Colton Foltz

Grace needs hope
with the garden's of love.
Her gentle hands
are running numb.
She needs a guardian
but not from above.

She's grown this garden
with her love.
But cause of the heart break
she can no longer take
or grasp the love for it to make.

Her world is fake
and turning gray.
She bows her head,
and begins to pray.

God, bless this garden
that we created.
The one he so badly
Insentarated.
Leaving it dead,
so no one would make it.

But I am still here
trying to fake it.
Be my guardian,
forsaken.