NOT A POEMS

i had a garden it was lovely but people always complained because the torn hurted their feet well, it was their fault to walked in my garden someday a gardener visit me he helped me grew all my flowers so i gave him my sunshine for the feedback because he needed one to grow his plants but he's gone after that calendar paper turning but he still not here all my sweat i gather to water our garden but the flowers can't bloom everyday it only keep getting worse i already know he has the water fountain but i'm too scared to ask for it he hid my sunshine when my flowers need it the most so the flowers die and, he will never come back