Flowers in her hair
Petals wrap around her
Perfume traces her steps
A garden planted with her thoughts
Seeds spill
Her hand reach for the watering can
Rain gathers in her palms
Tulips bloom beside her door
The wind carries traces of tea and honey
Branches sway with her song
Pruning calls
Her hands return to the soil
Sunlight glistens on her skin
Vines curl around her wrists
Bees hum beside her ears
Puddles beneath her footsteps
Leaves fall
Her eyes follow the drifting pollen
Wildflowers dry alongside her Garden chair awaits her
Crickets echo in her thoughts
Branches reach
Her hands fold in thanksgiving.
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