The Garden As I sat on the kitchen floor
And drew my long, long breath,
I thought of all the joy and grief
That made my little death.

I saw the roses falling,
And the wall looked blue;
The bird sang low
And the skies were also blue.

The world was full of wonder,
And full of joy;
Yet as I think
Of you, I blow the skies away.

• Robert Louis Stevenson