My Diminishing Garden

I was walking along the paths of my life
Gazing at the weeds pushing up
through the cracks in the paving of my soul
The will to rip the weeds gone
Only left were the beautiful memories
The flowers of purity lining the sides
Trees of spirituality providing a soothing shade
A trickling stream of unwavering faith
completing it's picturesque image.
Now, there is naught but arid land
and withered branches.