We stood at the edge of the garden,
hand in hand, roots entangled beneath the soil.
The lavender stretched toward the sun,
whispering secrets of the earth,
while the vines around us twisted tighter,
binding us in a dance of nature’s making.
The wind rustled the leaves,
softly urging us closer,
its breath, a reminder of how we too,
had once been wild—
unrestrained, unmarked by time.
Now, we tend to the garden with care,
planting seeds of understanding,
pruning away the thorns of yesterday.
In the quiet of the earth, we grow,
a thousand blooms between us,
each one an answer to the questions
we never knew how to ask.