It is soothing to feel the wind
Ruffling through my hair
And turning my waves
Into a messy uncared garden
It is soothing to be able to enjoy
Being a mess
Without anyone having to reprimand me
To pick up the fallen leaves
And the dried fruits
So that visitors do love the view
After all, a well kept garden
Remains always a joy for the eyes!
But a well kept garden
Is not alive
It breathes not
It allows not the fairies to dance at night
It gives not lovers the opportunity
To hide at night
And to build up dreams
Dreams of the days to come
And to be enjoyed together
Yes, a well kept garden
Allows not the moon and the stars to dazzle at night
For they also have to be mindful of their appearance
As the world will be watchful and critical of them
A well kept garden
Is one where rules are laid down
Meant to be followed and adhered to
While a messy one
Allows for freedom to thrive
Yes, there, anyone would feel like they belong
Anyone would feel safe
Accepted and well loved
I love it when the winds ruffle through my hair
And turn me into a mess
Why, when this happens
I just close my eyes
Smile and enjoy
For, like life, like everything else about life
It is all a game
A game played by Existence
And my futile mortal self!
A charming, thematically engrossing literary work.
Lucidly conceptualized. A lovely read.