A world beyond the word's

Garden of love.....

Lilies:

Orchids:

Jasmine:

Geranium:

Dahlia:

Gardenia:

Daisy:

Violet:

Lilac:

Carnation:

Daffodils:

Iris:

Roses:

Gladiolus:

Petunia:

Sunflowers:

Lilies inside the pond

The sun rose from the horizon with a scarlet smile, breaking up the lingering dawn...

The wind of changes, were blowing wild and free, tickling the tall, trembling willow trees, who were bending to their knee's.

The angels of the morning, started singing lively melodies, waking up the dreaming villagers.

But the villagers, didn't want to wake up; because the tragedy still linger in the atmosphere like a fragrant scent.

The beauty of the white lilies, in the stone pond were enchanting, one sip from purity and your heart will be opened....

The lilies also symbolized fortune, when you pick a petal, your dreams will become realities, the ones that are lost in the blue sea.

The lilies decorated the pond with white and green, sometimes the flowers are crying but their tears are unseen.

So unique, beautiful, elegant and mysterious but they were always living in the shadows of the ackee blossom's, when spring time would come...

The lilies were covered and suffocating, still couldn't see the sunshine, from underneath the field of white..

The stars were shooting across the midnight sky and when they couldn't smell or see the lilies, they burst out into tears.

Days came and past away, seasons came and went away and the memories of the lilies just faded away..

The lilies were drowning in sorrows and pain, realizing the tragedy, still gasping for air....

But one bright an early morning, when the nightingale started singing, the children in the village started playing...

Their innocence's were calling to the wind but two of them went to peep inside the pond, they didn't understand, what happened to the lilies, inside the pond...

So the village boy started looking but he didn't see the lilies, so he started feeling for there petals but he fell inside the pond, the village girl started screaming for help...

But it was already too late, the village boy was dying, want a heartbreak but while the light was fading from his eyes, the lilies emerged, watching as the village boy dies.

The white roses on the hillside

The sunset was enlightening leaving behind a crimson light that was magnificent.

The wind was walking, whispering to the raging waves..

The sand on the shoreline was evident of where they used to place but the sands of time don't remember their names.