The Last Garden

As I walk through my garden, I think of a time long past. A time when I would run through the garden, not walk. But that time has passed. Now I rake my stones and tend to my plants in comfort and peace, knowing my life work will outlive me. The bridge I made, the home I crafted. The stones I raked, the plants I planted. As now I will tell my story to the next person and hope that they will learn from my trials.