Infinite Comprehension

I saunter into the garden,
Strange, I can't feel breeze.
What is this new cordon?
It makes the wind freeze.

I kneel by a new flower bed,
Strange, I can't smell sweet.
Should the roses be lovely red?
My eyes turn dark in conceit.

I look up into the willow tree,
Strange, I can't hear birdsong.
Yet the nightingale sings free,
Definitely something wrong.

I've forgotten the taste of fruit
Scarcely remember touch of root.
Oh why is everything now soot?
Strange, the boys can still hoot.

It's slowly beginning to dawn,
On slow-in-the-uptake me,
Life lingers still, won't be gone,
But Death has taken me.