Post by alexa on Dec 7, 2008 18:50:39 GMT -5
the lake is
a mirror,
reflecting
my past,
present
and future.
So, this is the botanic garden, I eyed the small flowers in boxes and the small pond. I had been told that this was a magical, almost heavanly, place. But obviously I had been lied to.
I trotted around the garden, my tail wagging in the summer heat; I panted my lungs trying to grasp at the humid air. The small pond in the middle of the garden had fake lily pads floating in it; by thier smell I deteced they were plastic. A few koi fish were lazily treading water in the green tinted water.
I lay down with a huph, my joints wern't that young anymore. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep as the sun crossed over my head.