Secret Garden

She had a nice garden, of good kind of soil, yet it was crowded with lots of useless mess. In one corner of her garden though, bloomed a very nice rose. It was so special to her; the first rose to ever bloom in her garden. The girl was overjoyed by its sight. She used to water it daily and watch it grow. At some point she started to feel that her rose was talking to her. They had so many conversations, endless talks. She thought there was not a rose outweighing that one in beauty.

Suddenly, something started to change. She didn't see it at first but after a while it became too obvious. The rose was getting paler and paler, getting weaker everyday. She didn't understand what was wrong. Was it the soil? Was it the weather? Could it be the water? She just didn't have a clue. Something stranger started to happen. She didn't hear her rose talking to her anymore and instead heard strange noise coming from her direction. Did her rose go silent forever? Or did her voice change and start talking a different language? Or was it silent since the beginning and the girl was only hearing the eacho of her own voice? She didn't go water it as much as she used to. That role she left for the gardener. Something had changed inside her just as much. She wasn't able to see her rose looking like a complete stranger. The girl wondered, but did not wonder for too long. Seasons changed. It was such a dark and cloudy winter with heavy rain and thunder strikes. It was freezing cold outside. The girl wasn't able to go out in the garden and tend to her flowers, with all those winds blowing at her.

Winter started to wear off and the sun started finding its way through the dissolving clouds. The girl ran to her garden to find an amazing scene. The rain and the wind had swept away all the useless mess and taken it away. There was no more dust, the garden has been cleaned, it was glowing of purity. What's even better was that having all the mess and dust disappearing, made room for all the roses in the garden to grow. She didn't know it before, yet she had some of the rarest kinds of roses in her garden. The kind that grows stronger in bad weather and can resist strong winds. The roses were blooming. They filled her heart with gladness and made her feel so warm inside. She kept thanking GOD for his precious gift to her. She made an oath that she will never let any mess into her garden again. She promised she will always care for her beautiful roses.

The girl walked to that corner of her garden she knew so well to see her old rose. She thought it would resist too, but unfortunately it had grown too weak already, that it was not able to face the first wind blow. She was hurt to see nothing but remains. Still she can't get her hand on the reasons. But she can see now that the dust had filled the garden at some point, may be getting it suffocated. Or it might've been the water, that wasn't as clear as should've been. May be it just did not belong to that garden in the first place, and needed a different environment to grow in. Whatever the reason was, the dettachment had occured long before this moment. She didn't feel the pain she imagined she would. Silently, she got her watering pot and watered the remains.

Off she ran to the heart of her garden again. Everything was sparkling under the morning sun. She could even see the rainbow. The beautiful roses had attracted some amazing butterflies that fluttered all around the garden. She could hear the birds singing as well. She starts singing with the birds and dancing with the butterflies. She wants to embrace her flowers and hold them for the rest of her life. Her heart is so full of warmth that she wants to share with the whole universe.

It has become her favorite place. She likes spending long happy hours in her garden. Whenever she feels down, she runs to her garden and smells the beautiful scents of her roses, each and every one so special and unique. She feels refreshed and able to go on. She still goes to that old corner and waters that spot. No she's not gone crazy, no she's not trying to revive it back. She just goes there for respect, for an old memory that meant so much.