•metamorphism of me• [finished]

if there is a heaven, it is on earth, in this garden of eden

a vast blanket of thin clouds
blot out the setting sun,
and i look over my garden.
rose bushes red as fresh blood, forget-me-nots as blue as fearful eyes taking in their last sights.
a garden grown from lives lost, beginnings sprouted from tragic ends. your death was truly a shame,
but you'll grow into something new. something pure.