A pond without a duck

A path without a way

That is my gardens weight

it is a raccoon without mischief

A bird without flight

A tiger without a pounce

That is my gardens absence

For I am always missing my existence

So I walk this path and I follow my garden

Living in wonder as I search for my woe

So as I wither without a retort

Hear my call and follow my court

As I lay down the path

With nothing but my wraith

So find me on the gardens gravel

If you wish to help me unravel

For the knots are tight

And although it will be a plight

The gardens path may find my woe