Your garden is love and your goal is to work in your garden.
You have a green thumb.
And when you have beautiful flowers blooming, you just have to share them.
And when there is a threat to your flowers being trampled, or a voice telling you to keep out- you deny it entry.
You love your garden and you love to watch your flowers bloom.
In your garden and in your flowers you feel the magnificence of the Universe,
Its life force throbbing in your blood.
And it strikes you...
Could it be that you too are just another flower?
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