Let them be large, vibrant gardens,
Always trimmed, watered, fed, admired,
But takes time and energy to preserve.
I'd rather be a minature, plain corner in a room,
Small, but size I am,
Unseen and sometimes shunned for its loneliness.
An empty corner, plain and still; neglected and ignored from its surroundings.
I'd rather be soundless,
Mute but no noise,
Commotion free but volume friendly,
Where I won't be handling and violated by greedy, human hands.
I'd rather have all the colours fade to gray,
Than have a whole selection of colours,
Brightly glowing around the atmosphere.
If I could stand soundless and free,
I'd rather be Alone.
