In the Garden

Soft moss on the rocks and leafy trees that glow with light, Pines that almost reach the sky and wooden fences along the stone pathways

Quiet and lovely, the garden seems to shine with life And the water seems to sing. Leaves fluttering in the breeze like butterflies

As birds speak softly with one another. To walk through the garden feels like a dream that No one wants To end.

Ian Sandver

closure is something that comes like rain in a tornado of happy sometimes and sad most of the time. but this time it’s okay, because my heart has already been shattered by moments that now reside in a thoughtful collection of delicate words, cultivated by a culprit of my inspiration and imagination. emerald fields dotted in pale pink peonies and honey dipped buttercups strum a fiddle melody explaining to the wind what being at peace really feels like.