So it goes

The old man sits back in his rocking chair,
He is tired, but one look at his garden brings a smile to his lips.
This is his favorite time of the day,
The saplings he had planted years ago have grown into big trees,
They give him shade from the sun,
Bring the music of the birds to him.
The orchids now bear the fruit of his toil,
The flowers still bring him as much joy as they did when he was a kid,
learning to plant them from his father.
He let's his feet touch the grass, its soft and cool.
He can not help but wonder what will become of it when he is gone.
His house is to be sold off, the proceeds will go to his sons and daughters,
For they have no use of it in their big cities.
His old dog will go to his friend down the street, he will be happy there.
His old car has been requested by the people in the museum, they are coming tomorrow.
Everything has been thought off.
If he could only find a way to tell someone what his garden means to him,
If he could only get to the new owners and tell them how to take care of each thing in it.
But will they understand?