The Seeds of Fear

Nature can exist without any sunlight. The shadow is nurtured by the sustenance sprouting from the soil in the Garden of Darkness and from which grows the frondescence that nourishes our Fear. The garden is dampened by the tears of those whose shadow’s grip is strong and thriving beneath the shade of the great ash trees. Their roots and their branches connect the underworld with the Gods of the earth, sky, and sea. And the shadow exists between these planes where it relies on the fruit fallen from the Trees of Life and Knowledge that faithfully grow in the Orchards of Loss reminding us, with each passing season, as, once again, the blossoms flourish among the cherry trees, that immortality exists. Morning glory withers to give way to impervious vines of insecurity that wrap tightly around a wrought iron fence behind which the Unknown fertilizes the seeds of Fear. A bittersweet aroma rises from a flowerbed adorned with Violets of Distrust and White Lilies of Lost Hope. Their scent fills the Garden of Darkness and reaches the senses of all that venture through.