Everything that’s done in love is done well- Vincent Van Gogh
There used to be in my garden a bed of Irises
Bluish hues they painted random speckles against the green and brown
They stood firm and royal
And brought spring alive
There wasn’t a garden in town like mine so full of life
I nurtured them everyday and they flourished
And then winter came with her sharp icy touch
A cloud of darkness hovered over them like an epidemic of flu
And they began to wither inside her iron clutch
Vivid purples turning into greyish blues!
I looked up frantically, searching the sun and found nothing but clouds…
I watered my Irises but they were already gone!
I picked up an Iris, it crumbled between my fingers
I stood watching, the tiny flakes slip away.
Life was fading in my garden, my haven
Time was ticking by
I scattered more seeds and watered them again
And waited in patience , I waited in silence.
Now in my garden there’s a bed of Irises,
Radiant purples , a colour none would have ever seen
Winter came by and yet my Irises stood tall,
Not once did they shudder at her touch
My garden of Irises are now evergreen
There’s only fragrance blooming
because they’ve been touched by love so pure
A love that lets spring stay forever
In my garden , my garden of Irises.
Blooming and beaming, my garden of Irises.
A love without condition has the power to change the world.