The Lady

I saw her in the garden When the sun was about to Split the clouds and fall on The steady water of the pond I saw her humming a song While plucking flowers Caressing tiny buds and Kissing them with her lips I saw her bent double at The waist coming down The stairs leaning against The side wall saving herself A fall and whining softly I saw her body being Carried away decked with Fresh flowers from her Garden by men she had Played with and teased During her young days The house is empty now I hear her song when the Wind flows through the Leaves in the chilly nights