nostalgia by: e.l.

I grew a garden in my mother’s back yard, within in it was a L for my last name. The L was beautified with white dwarf fawns and morning glories that bloomed at their due time, purple, white and full of life. Mini cherry red tomatoes, plump pumpkins, big yellow sunflowers, succulent strawberries, sweet corn, mint, assorted roses and peaceful bees, that pollinated our honey sickles. This skill was later used to grow marijuana, woe oh woe to some things we learn.
 
I have a memory of places of light, peace and tranquility. Like silk to touch but deeper into the oneness of the realm. A garden of peace, perfection, and no exhaustion. My home, full of gold, precious gems, exotic fruits, and advanced wisdom. I only recently opened the religious books and found that my vision was exact. The religious books depict that we were created then placed in a grand garden to cultivate it. We were then removed and placed lower to do the same thing.
 
We all tend to neglect the truth that the Earth itself is a living being a garden that only needs to be weeded. At times like these I don't think about propaganda but feel that it’s just a means of weeding the garden. Man has done their best to destroy what has been provided for us naturally. So I find it only natural that something unnatural destroys us