A lot of things used to grow and be in this garden; mostly flowers. They were all different colors, blue, green, yellow, and red. Every time I glanced at them, they would grow taller and taller. A big red maple tree stood over me if anything bothered me, or if I felt sad. It would wrap his long, thick branch around my shoulder and smile, making me feel comfortable and happy.
I used to lie down next to the tree and close my eyes while bright sun shone down on my face; a warm and relaxing feeling. I could never fall asleep with the sound of the buzzing bees swarming around my head, cheering and singing a song that used to put me in a good mood.
One day I looked outside my window, watching the pond turn to ice and the dirt become hard and solid. I used zigzaggery to get to the wonderland, walking on and off the small, thin path. The snow fell from the sky with a concise pattern, leaving me speechless when the beautiful white dots fell from the gray, boring sky. My feet made footprints in the snow and a small squeaking noise came from it, every time I took a step.
When the coldest season goes by, I feel grateful that the garden will come back to life. I built a new bench that I sit on, so I can watch everything that happens in the garden, and watch the plants grow like I am there mother, always protecting them. The first few daises pop up, and then it’s the azaleas, daises, and daffodils. The bright sun comes out from behind the clouds and thanks me for taking care of the garden.
I sit on the bench until there is nothing left in the garden, nothing but trash. Paper, Plastic, and Cardboard replace the flowers. The tree is old and leans in a crooked way, putting a frown on my face whenever I look at it. I open up the little bag in my hand and plant the first flower, and I smiled as it laughed and danced.
