A
garden
Begins
with
Cracked
soil
Dead
leaves
Ethereal
reminders of the
Fallen
Gardens
of the past. That’s
How
It
begins.
Just
when you think you
Know
it all
Life
triumphs
Morbid
thoughts reduced to
Nothing
Only
love
Prevails
Quietly
Raggedly
Stoically
Till
the
Universe
in its
Vastness,
a
Wondrous
garden, today and
X
number of days from today, fulfills
Your
everlasting, all consuming
Zest
for life
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
No comments:
Post a Comment