I gave my soul to the garden.
I gave her my heart, I gave her my dreams.
And now, I am weary.
So weary,
I am nothing more than this.
But how beautiful it feels to have come.
To have given a piece of my life,
however small.
Here I have left my heart
and searched for yours in advance.
Hello, until tomorrow.
Goodnight,
until the day is sweet and new.


2 replies on “The End Of The Day”
I have a terrible brown thumb, but my aunt has a gorgeous, wild garden overflowing with plants and I think she’d agree with this. Gardening, what little I’ve done of it, really does feel like a beautiful giving of the soul. What a lovely place to leave a bit of yourself!
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Oh, Kat! I find it hard to get the motivation to get out there for sure, but when I do I find it so rewarding. I like to think of the beauty the end result will bring. 🙂
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