𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺

The Garden (Descriptive Writing)

The moon shines bright.

The grass seems like it has been recently mowed.

It is humid outside, good enough for a walk around the block.

The sense of a filled room does not exist.

At a distance, all I see is many murals made out of leaves, bushes. And an entrance to some maze maybe? Inside is all green and specks of other dark and bright colors.

Walking across the field of different weeds, I can see more of the entrance io this maze, dim lights coming from the inside. The sounds of crickets and the wind against the leaves and it self is all I could hear in this quiet night.

I hear faint whispers coming from inside now.

People.

Up close, it doesn't seem like a maze anymore. It only has two options where to go. One, where all the flowers are dark.

Purple roses, black dahlias, chocolate cosmos, purple hellebores, pansy flowers, black lilies, black orchids, and purple petunias.

The smell of this side was bitter, the bushes covered the light of the moon, leaving only a dim lighted torch show the shadows of everything. People with grimace expressions didn't even look at the beauty of the flowers, they three daggers at me with their glares.

The other side had bright flowers and the moon seemed brighter in this side.

Sunflowers, white and pink roses, blue tulips, yellow trilliums, blood roots, and there were redbud trees in each corner of this part of the strange maze.

Sweetness filled the air and the people smiled as I passed by them.

As I started ro walk away from both scenes, the people's expressions changed, as if they changed roles.

The people who three daggers at me smiled, and moved their eyes towards the flowers. Now the crowd that had smiled at me moved their gaze towards me from the flowers, now throwing the same daggers the others threw before.

They suddenly vanished into thin air as the sun started to rise, the whispers now much softer than before.

I walked out of this maze like garden, to see now from the entrance that the dark, bitter side was brighter and beautiful. The bright and sweet side now had it's own obscure shadows to hide.

I started to walk away from it.

The sounds were not there anymore.

The grass looked brighter in the sunshine's view. I stopped and turned, looking at the far away bushes.

The maze... or garden... it was more like me, like my heart, I assumed.

With it's dark and bright features, that could turn around and be it's opposite. With good and bad people in each side, that at one moment or another could turn around change, for the better or worse. They could--no... would... They would vanish one day or another. Maybe it was me vanishing from their lives...

I shrugged, turned, and kept walking into the field of  grass.

Maybe it was just a garden.