Gardens are like churches,
each flower a sacred prayer raised up to the heavens,
reaching for light and warmth and goodness,
barefoot I walk amongst them,
silently hoping God sees me as well...
each flower a sacred prayer raised up to the heavens,
reaching for light and warmth and goodness,
barefoot I walk amongst them,
silently hoping God sees me as well...
soon with faith and careful tending, twenty packets of pink and white cosmos will poke their heads above the fresh peat moss and top soil.
"C" is for Cool.
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