We create them as a reflection of our hearts 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 wait for.
Sometimes, we might ponder in our gardens and wonder what secrets our garden might hold.
It's beauty holds us still but whispers nothing in our ear.
We turn and go back through our paths or sometimes for unknown reason we follow another more natural path, not created by us.
Our gardens sometimes pulls us to other worlds and other dreams.
It's strange but we accept it.
And sometimes we look back at the garden like we're looking at someone.
For some strange reason we think ...faerie.