Here I sit, staring at what once was a perfect garden, lush flowers blooming alongside the flowing greenery in the bright light of the sun in springtime. What used to be a gleaming paradise has become a deserted wasteland. As you landfill me with your previously unsaid thoughts, you cover our haven with heaping piles of empty cans and apple cores. You take everything that was here and thriving and beautiful, and you bury it without a second thought until cardboard boxes and plastic bags are all that I see in front of me. And yet, I sit here staring at something that was once so perfect, trying to find a way to restore our green.