The Garden (Satis Shroff) THE GARDEN (Satis Shroff) I saw daffodils in my garden yesterday, But today they're gone, Like the pearls of the morning, Die on green grass. The garden lives on in literature, Long after it has been reclaimed By Nature with its invasion of unkraut, Wanton growth. My neighbour, a friendly Brit, Had a lovely garden outside his cottage. When he died, so did his garden. His three daughters Pam, Sue and Sally, Left their nest. There was no one to conserve The lovely flowers. Gardens have been shared In diaries, letters, books. The metaphors, seasonal experiences, Lyrical descriptions, Of gardens seen and imagined, With the power to heal, And give hope. The knowledge that the garden Has its annual cycle: Flowers bloom, fade and fall, As we humans do, To return from where we sprang. Flowers bring hope and love, To the eyes of the observer, To the whole world, An all-embracing love. You don't believe in rebirth? Why,...