Broken greenhouse, without a care
Glasses wounded from branches
Of trees that grow out of place
On the grounds of the greenhouse
The broken down greenhouse
No one ever cared for it
But it set off on its own path
Plants that grow wild in it
The hinges of the door rusty and creaky
Hole poked into the roof
From curious birds staring
At their reflections, poking their beaks at it
Wondering why they couldn't fly on the trees
A transparent wall separating them from fruits
It let sunshine in
With the most of fertile grounds
The rain could seep through the fissures
A broken down greenhouse
That lived far more than those
That were taken care of