A world abandoned, nature now attends.
She grows her roving vines; surrounds the door.
The sound of children’s play is heard no more.
Around the gnarled roots that grow and stray
she grabs at windows once held curtain’s sway.
No human voices echo through her halls
No more the roaming Jasmine odor calls.
What mystery escapes her stucco walls?
What place is this once held such loveliness?
Mad roots now rave and overrun her past.
They strangle unknown cause so long forgot.
When love is gone, then covered is the heart.