In your abandoned garden, sunlight still prevails:

The jasmine climbs the trellis fragrantly, the 
jacaranda ultravioletly sways.
The blossom. each of them by your hand planted,
Will, even if I tell them of your sudden
Disappearance from us, 
Not believe the tale.

In your abandoned garden, beauty is unchanged:

The hummingbird still hovers for the scent the

frangipane so seductively displays.

Camellias, each of them by your hand planted,

The sadness of your sudden disappearance still 

unknown to them,

Await the kiss of rain...

~  Abandoned Garden Michael Franks