| Greg's Garden..... January 23, 2001 In a garden where flowers don't grow through an eternity of dead, decaing leaves, sprung a tiny, glorious rose, sprouting as a seedling, spreading quickly, growing strong a beautiful aroma filled the air with sparkles which floated, and fell, gracefully. Dead colors melted away where each sparkle touched. Beautiful rainbow-colored flowers take over magical, mystical glowing feels warm, safe, secure, and happy. the flowers frow strong, they take away all the coldness and turn it into magic which spreads throughout the garden and her heart. |