We create them as a reflection of our heart and soul.
We breathe in the beauty that the garden gives us.
It sustains us.
We create paths to follow dreams and maybe somewhere else.
Arbours filled with green or flowering vines welcome us through with what we can’t
Sometimes we might ponder in the garden and wonder what secrets our garden might
Its beauty holds us still but whispers nothing in our ear.
We turn and go back through our paths or sometimes for unknown reasons we follow a
more natural path not created by us.
Our garden sometimes pulls to others worlds and other dreams.
It’s strange but we accept it and sometimes look back at the garden like you’re looking a
at someone and for some strange reason you think … faerie.