one question tends to come back regularly to me…
who do i wanna share my garden with?
what flowers do i wanna plant in my garden?
what tree do i wanna see grow and what does he give back? beauty, food, memories?
i think in my garden. i wanna only have a few chosen people…
people,
who i trust.
who i would die for.
who would do the same for me.
who give me energy.
who believe in me.
who i could come back to every time.
who reached sky and
hell with me.
i think in my garden. i wanna have
one strong, healthy and big tree that i watered and cared for years.
i don’t mind if he gives me something back- but if so i appreciate it.
nevertheless i think i am just proud of the tree.
flowers. of all colours. small and big-
but all are temporary- no sadness involved, only gratitude for the beauty that has a limit.
green grass. wild and free. some cut down and some not.
and the smell of belonging here.
my garden stays hidden for only a few special people.