RosesDragon
We as creatures of this environment have lived through many a season. We as flowers have created dreams and granted wishes that we thought could be granted. Not too many things have generated a right of passage in this place. Over time the walls grew larger and larger, and things became born. And things died. This is a journey of the present, and not the future nor past. Tis a journey of growth, of fruition, of a Mermaid, of a Dragon, of a King, of a Rose.
For centuries this magical place was searched for, some found it. And others never did. Those that live within, searched just to make it to the outside perimeter. Some entities were created through experiences, birthed in the righteous lands of unseeded soil.
All residing in the same land, a land that has no limit to how large it is. A place that adapts and grows over time, a place that is affected via the outside perspective. A place that will only grant creatures in, if it within itself feels that the creature is worthy. The Garden is a being beyond anything that tries to rule it, it is what we call "its own mind ".
This is a journey, of more than poetry. But the story of a beautiful healing, and a cursed dream.
So, allow your own self to recede into what hears like rain. And what feels like dry heat, all the while smelling evergreen desires.
This is us.
This is me.
We thank you all, for discovering the trails of rose petals that lead you to the message outside the door. And picking them up, reading what has been written on them with the ink from The Tree of Solitude.