Happy Valentine's Day
The Gardener and The Lady
She was dying entangled and choked by unyielding weeds.
Trampled, neglected, and forgotten, she slowly succumbed
to the barren soil, poisoned by apathy and abuse. Until,
the gardener passed her way.
He, an observer and lover of nature, saw her there limp
and without visible signs of life. Being a gardener,
he looked beyond the surface of her condition
to find her roots. There he found some life,
a hope for growth and beauty.
Gingerly he lifted her up, careful of her life source,
and took her home. He provided for her the richest
soil, fed her nutrients, and spoke to her encouraging
words of love. He lavished her with deeply felt affection,
adored her, worshiped her. In his gentle way,
he revived her and she thrived.
Today you will find them together in their haven. She, now
adorned in glossy leaves the color of emeralds, holds her head
up high. Her soft red petals have opened and reveal the heart
of who she is. Each morning and each evening they meet. She
waits in all her splendour and releases her fragrance as he
softly speaks her name, Rose.
Short story by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2007-02-14 at 05:49
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