The beautiful flowers shining like the sun, impossible to miss
while the gorgeous butterflies land on them gracefully, and
the trees taller than a building swaying softly to the cool breeze.
To walk along the pathways is to taste and hear the
gardens, as delicious as a homecooked meal and as soft as a
feather touching the ground. The garden is super close friend of mine.
The birds squawk in the trees “squawk squawk” perched, waiting
for a snack. The plants are perfectly placed near a pond, while parents patiently wait for their kids to hop off the playground. As I lay down to relax, the sun tickles my body and makes me calm. Some say that if you walk further into the gardens you will find a pot of gold at the end. I don’t understand how the gardens can be a noisy place and a quiet place at the same time. I am just in awe.