The sun beat down hard on her shoulders.
She was kneeling down to tend her garden
Her fingers touched the dead leaves that hardened.
She loved her plants and wished they would hold her.
Her flowers were warm; People seemed colder.
They did too many sins to be pardoned.
When it came to boyfriends her heart was done.
She enjoyed the things her flowers told her.
Her heart melted from the garden's sweet scent.
Her fingers loved tracing the flower's stem.
The soft soil and the beautiful colors.
She loved all flowers wherever she went.
Her eyes relished the growth she saw in them .
The roots were binding; They were always hers.
