Her favourite flowers, frozen in time.
Crying blooms fill the air—
a field of wildflowers and grasses.
Above, the golden sun sets in.

She runs barefoot off the path,
mischief and dirt on her knees,
dancing in the most unlikely places.

The Gardener tends to the soil.
He watches over the field,
smiling—
He is not afraid of her mess.

As she chases butterflies,
breeze in her braided hair,
sunlight softly guiding her steps.