Let it grow freely

love is more radiant
when left free to grow in the
garden of our hearts

50 Word Stories: the magic garden

What sent me back through time wasn’t the creative inventions of men, but was rather, the charm of, an old English garden scented with the smell of sweet roses.

Set amongst the verdant fields of childhood memories this garden was keen to roll back to the breeze of past summers.

truth

in the garden
of life, truth
grows
amongst
equally
compelling
colours
vying for
attention
and is
often
defined
by the
loudest
or most
visible
to catch
the eye
when heard
amongst the
masses
that in
futility
scream
to try
to blur
the essence
of its
true
measure
like
a beacon
it calls
to those
who
would
listen

a beautiful flower

A rose should be in every garden
it should also be in every park
Good for a heart that has now harden
from a rose true love will never part