Garden
Once, there was a garden. Not a drawing, just the blue print of my mind. So grand was this garden, one’s eye would be lost in the beauty that lay there. Flowers placed one by one, the color so brilliant; the sun be blinded. Each stone in its place, sparkle as the stars. As the sun’s light falls, the flowers dim that which be the stones. So to the heavens with their stars glowing for in this light all is seen. Be these stones the real garden then, with the flowers marking what lay there. Or be it that the stones; mark the sadness of the past. If this be so, then the beauty lay with the stone. What purpose then for the flowers. Or be they just a reminder of what lay with the stone...
©Words the Windows to the Soul 2009
Mark
ReplyDeleteThe flower are a reminder of what lay beneath the stone, and they show love for someone lose
Beautiful words
Take care
Sue
Lovely, Mark, thanks for sharing it with me.
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In everything you see you seem to be able to create something special about it. I think the flowers only represent a visual that some one comes to visit the stone and cares about what lies beneath. Hugs Carrie
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