The Garden

I did not go to the garden for a sea of delicate pink
I went for the weeds, the breeze,
The moon kissed cuddle…
Of hundreds of shades,
From vivid
To subtle..

I looked for the insects that worked there
I found butterflies who played there
I sat down in the dirt and dug my fingers down deep
I took off my shoes, pausing to take it all in

Every bloom slightly different
Dazzled equallly

Every similar leaf
So dissimilar

The colour within colour not defining the roots
Just sharing a piece of it’s evolution,
History, Moments…
light…shadow

And where the garden was planted
It grows
How it was cared for
Surely shows
Influence of it’s beauty
And nourishment
Scattered like the sunrise
Blanketing our cold hungry bones in warmth

I went to the garden
Eager
For it’s diversity

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