Your world in my garden

I was a seed in soil snugged in the womb of my Mother Nature ready to shine under rays and rain to sprout my fruit and shake my leaves to grow a thick spine and wrinkle under heat to greet the wind under waltz and words until the breeze whispers me to sleep. I intend to be nurtured by the elements in chaotic destruction and scenic growth for my earrings to hang low on the branches of my cherry tree. Low, so animals may eat Low, so they may pick and choose the ones they desire most. I was a pearl in their world of oysters tucked in a bed of pleasures rested in an ocean of treasures, crafted to be selected for the beauty of riches strung from lace on the napes display attracting the eyes of suitors and the envy gaze. I was a root ripped from my youth and all my innocent fruits fell from heights of doubt and begat the chance to sprout again and again had I prayed for a dove or another love to come my way in a dream or from above i’ll sit in your garden of bluff i promise to not move a single grove just tell me i’m beautiful once more just before i have no choice but to go.