Press "Enter" to skip to content

The garden i choose

“Book a bouquet now”,” it read. With prominent luminous green blinding me that instant. Deep into my thoughts I stumble. Thoughts of a place – where liberty is like the air I breathe: abundant. Where I resurrect myself, free myself from society’s pessimistic depths. Some place worth dreaming of, where I submerge myself into an imagination that consumes me, until I am unable to identify myself. This is a place where I will out dance reality, where I will discover the hidden treasure of life – somewhere, where life is not measured by your material worth, but rather by the richness you bring to nature. I just want to find myself at a place where I become one with the nature and beauty of life.

My imagination overpowers my harsh reality as I envision a greater tomorrow, an exceptional one. With many laid to rest by this marks my journey of self-discovery. A place where I smell the aroma of freshly cut grass: propagating itself in air, accompanied by the smell of slice baby sunflowers and softening scent of a gentle breeze intertwined with a variety of aromas; diminishing the repetitive odour of a choking gas commanding my sacred place. A place where the taste of borehole dances on my tongue with a tint of mud leaving an after taste that gives me a sense of the earth’s depths; unlike the chlorine poisoned water being dished out by thoughtless unappreciative people who forcibly provide a basic need to all.

Haven't found the right essay?
Get an expert to write you the one you need
GET YOUR PAPER NOW

Where the atmosphere creates its own harmony with the constructive sounds of all earth’s creatures and all that builds up such a complex infinitely joyous melody: consisting of all the self-affirming cries and the sound of a choir being projected by all the soaring creatures; as they fend off the destructive noise posed by the bubonic racket of engineered human ways. A place where I hold on to the earth’s decimated left-overs to bring back what it has brought upon its people. Where I feel the naturally indescribable landforms of our majestic world, where I feel my earth touch and warm my heart with an unapologetic gentle pure touch, cleaning me of all the darkness that touches me every day. Where it brings a change of softening by the way of the earth’s gentle ways; and not the hardening of all the manufactured objects being presented by the hardened nature-blind humans enjoying the comfort of a world they destroying.

Other essay:   Rooftop garden

With a sunrise in the distance I want to take the time to appreciation to pump life into myself; instead of dying at every dawn. Vision a future at greater heights and not static due to self-doubt I possess given to be by limited minds. I want my garden to stretch as far as my footsteps: countless. Just covered by a canopy of breath-taking green. A canopy of trees presenting life with them for life is limitless; just like how we should live our lives every day: limitless. Which is this is my garden for the life it presents every sunrise.

Be First to Comment

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

0 Shares
Share via
Copy link

Spelling error report

The following text will be sent to our editors: