The Gardener

Before the sun can kiss the face of the Earth, the Gardener awakens, longing to tend to his blooming oasis. Although he has worked on many beautiful, garden soils before,

These rich, brown, sacred grounds have evoked in him an ever-flowing river of patience and tenderness.

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With gentle, willing hands, he works diligently,

Leaving a trail of purple hydrangeas along the contours of her ethereal terrain.

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The Earth bends and melts in his warm embrace, with an extraordinary magnetism to his touch.

He speaks sustenance straight into her spores, and she spreads open like a blossoming flower.

Effortlessly, he induces earthquakes and waterfalls that erupt from her core,

Adorning her soft surfaces with sweet, morning dew,

Leaving her glistening, and replenished.

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The Gardener savors his masterpiece, and together, they revel in a puddle of perfumed, celestial nectar, the product of a divine unity between two intertwined souls.

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Oh, how the Earth adores his company; for he is not only a Gardener but also an Artist,

A Protector and a brilliant source of light for many,

But only for her does he also transform into a secret Portal,

To transport her to this blissful nirvana of intoxicating passion,

A spiritual haven where she no longer feels the need to inhale nor exhale,

Her beginning, her end,

An experience that can only be described as none other than:

La petite mort.