Homeless Gardener Essay

Holding the rusty handle, I opened the shrieking gate gazing at a forgotten land of dreams and hopes. A land filled with old memories of her soft smile and pure heart. My feet lead me one after the other across shattered stones to a broken and disregarded bench. A broken bench that use to hold the strain of her cancer filled body as she would sit under the aging willow and listen to the whispers of its branches. Ambition and optimism once grew into the soul roots of the tree and sprouted with reassurance at every limb. The roots grew old and the ugly poison that dripped from a plastic bag, into the gardener, through her veins, and into the begging soil began to water the over growing weeds that consumed the pure and healthy life of the garden. …show more content…
Wind blew through the cracks of fencing, sharing soft murmurs of indefinite promises and blew around the once long brown hair of the gardener who trusted the promises of the wind and let it grow into hope. The wind turned into longing whispers of of what once use to be. The ringing chimes fell silent after the long gone gardener no longer filled the bath where birds use to come to listen to the once peaceful and now painful music. The spider web that connected through the trees and bushes had been spun with laughter and love which is now washed away by pouring rain. The smiling sunflowers use to dance around the garden, glistening in the sun absorbing the rays of life until the smile that awoke the sun each morning was no