Four Seasons Garden– Photos taken from Flickr
She was sewn together with the needles of evergreen. Her hair, the waves of lavender and baby’s breathe. The air filled her lungs, inhaling life, exhaling fate. A single tear fell down onto her lap. As she sat upon this beautiful place, she enjoyed every possible moment. As the winds change, and the trees begin to turn, her life grew shorter and shorter. She became weak, unable to hold herself up. When the sunset faded, and the last leaf slowly drifted to the ground, she transcended back into her nature place.