There.
Over there is the garden.
Encased in shrubery.
Lightly sun kissed.
It called the girl.
She listened.
Skipping.
She skipped toward the garden.
She entered through its gates.
A leaf-strewn path welcomed her.
Fresh Gardenias, Peonies, and Daisies.
They all greeted her.
They all called her toward them, the rose bush most compelling.
Skipping.
She skipped toward the rose bush.
