I used to live in a lush garden,
Rich with tradition and custom.
It was a sublime home,
but now it has withered.
Foreigners arrived one day,
They needed a place to stay.
The strangers intrigued me,
So I let them move into my fields.
They filled the space immediately,
And began to spill into my garden.
Their encroachment knew no bounds,
So we met amongst the sacred stones.
It was there that they betrayed me,
And cast me out of my home.
I have lived on the outskirts ever since.
The strangers now own everything.
It is my own fault they say,
Heredity and bizarre customs are to blame.
I traveled the world in search of a new home,
But on each continent, the strangers greeted me.
I’ve come back to my old home now,
Looking for the spot where my garden once flourished.
For years I searched, to no avail.
I thought it was lost forever.
When I finally gave up,
My garden appeared.
I have lived there ever since.
by Cody McCullough