In My Garden

With each new death, came a new flower. Sprouting and growing in my garden. My heart shatters as I walk through my garden, Unable to leave this death filled garden. It hurts to see new flowers sprouting, like thorny vines wrapping around my heart. With every death, a flower grew. After so long, I realized that my garden was not just full of death. Life filled my garden as well. I realized that even with every heart breaking death, a new life came. With every death, new life sprouted. So instead of endless greiving and trying to leave, I tend to my flowers. As death takes them from me, life gives me something in return. With each soul taken, I am given a different flower for my garden. Never having two of the same flowers, for never are there two of the same people. In my garden there is no sun in the sky to give sunshine to my flowers. In my garden there is no clouds in the sky to give rain to my flowers. The rain my garden receives is my tears I give with each new flower. The sun my garden receives is my happiness as I take in the beauty of the new lives growing around me. But when I die? I'm not sure what will happen to my garden. But I know I shall grow as a beautiful flower in someone else garden.