My Garden

There are seeds of my dreams planted within this garden;

Planted many years ago.
The seeds I planted then were trivial and as flighty as my youth.

These were my wildflowers full of the vibrant colors and passions of my youthful dreams. Like weeds they grew and flourished as did I.

Now my garden is full of many different blooms.

From many years of dreaming this garden grew.

Each flower represents something in my life.

There along the wall my climbing roses grow. These are the flowers of my passion and unending love.

Along the sunny walk way the Forget-Me-Knots are in full bloom. Reminding me always of friendships tried and true.

The daises in their simplicity bend with the wind. Reminding me that life is only as complicated as I make it.

Wild Honeysuckle crawls along the fence, It' s beautiful fragrance there to remind me that life can be sweet.

Now as the sun is setting in my garden, Gentle breezes blend the many fragrances into one.

Life is but a mixture of our dreams, hopes and longings.
Our accomplishments and our failures.

Now I'm trying to learn how to dream again. Trying to find my way back to life.

I want to experience life again.
To laugh, to hope. And yes, even to cry.

Author Joy Craig}