by Cheryl Dixon

Created on: September 25, 2008

There she was, waiting. Hoping. Praying that she would get lost, hoping through closed eyes and held breath that no one would ever find her in this small maze that was called her garden. Roses, lilys, violets, all of them glowing in the night sky as the moon played on their vivid colored petals showiing them as if they were jewels than real plants, real objects of unhuman hands. She began to run, run through the grass like a newborn human, the flowers around her shifted, Left to right then left again, making the garden sang in the soft wind that now cause the girl laugh and giggle uncontrollable, she reached her hand out toward the flowers and played with the red and purple and green leaves that looked liked the rainbow when she ran pass. the sound of leaves and limbs followed her feet, thegarden seem to close in on her like a moving wall of great beauty and mass.

"Ameilia, Ameilia," The garden whisper, she ran faster. The wind picked up and made her makeshift garden whisper her name into the air and made petals float and swirl and danced around her feet as they took her farther and farther into the beauty. As the moon began to fall into it's bed the sun began to awake and show the colors of her little land. The flowers shawdows began to form, there shining moonlight aura now was gone and replaced with darker more mystrious hues. Her roses no longer looked the same, instead they look more like a painting, a still life someone took time and effort to make it look perfect.
She looked up into the sky and listened for her name again, listen for the thing that made her heart flutter and leap into her chest.
"My home!" she yelled with excitement and glee, her place to come and be free forever and ever in a lifetime. Her small makeshift garden, her small little land she could call her very own. She raised her hands into the sky, and fell back innto the lilys, giggling as they hug her body and provided a small bed for her.
Her roses raised their stilllife heads and prayed to the sun as they thanked them for the sunshine, thenak them for the grace, thank it for the girl that raised them. Their petals opened up, their dew began to spread, and then an intoxicating smell escaped their bodies and lingered throgh the air picking on the violets and mocking the lilys. as the girl drifted into her slumber her flowers competed on who could get the most bees to pollinate for them, and do their little dance for them. She kept her child like smile on her face, "Ameilia. Ameilia" her friends sanged. " Ameilia Ameilia thank you for loving us." All through the day and all through the night, the sanged their thanks, thier love and their dreams, thanking the samll human who loved them more than any dream.

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