....A garden that was once so pretty filled with life, filled with hope, filled with colors each one given a personality. you tend, you care, you watch as each grow A garden that was once so pretty all in a butch, all in a row, all line up waving through the wind as the sun gives them purpose for the next day A garden that was once so pretty people picked, smelled, and give people shared, people laugh, people see a garden that was once there... it's gone... a garden that is black there's nothing here anymore. Little vines started sprouting up, soon overtaking every single flower in the garden, until there was nothing left but a small patch that the vines couldn't reach, a patch where the surviving flowers thrive. The question is, what happens when everything doesn't go to plan?