A gardens path of complet return, nature's heart of soul , her book, its leather cover, its known history from beginning to present, wanting to know her better.
Time elapsed, the presence of what is, nature's current existence without twists and turns absorbs this mind of mine straight into its pages, like a plant's leaf unfurling, pushing forward and absorbing sunlight .
Every turn of it's page, it whispers - Come home, please.
Read into a world we live, surrendering into ancient Roman Gardens, a page of solitude and prayer...