Hope

A garden once cared for,
  By hands lost to time;
  Lies abandoned by mankind,
  With a ruthlessness unkind.
  Wild grasses and nettle,
  Now jostle for space;
  Where the roses did once,
  Rise with beauty and grace.
  No flower- beds to find,
  Their outlines erased;
  With shrubs and weeds,
  Is their entity replaced.
  A bunch of small violets,
  Chose this garden forlorn;
  A message to give
  That hope is not gone.