num1speedoman
02-23-2007, 06:26 PM
The woman was one in a million. She was nice and had incredible faith. Her life had not been easy, but she never gave up. One would never see her without a smile plastered on her wrinkled face.
The woman had a soft spot for gardening. She had started, when she was so young, a small garden. Begonias, hibiscus, salvia had been the firsts; every year she would add more
As the years passed by the garden grew, and with every seed she would sow the woman would grow more in faith. For when one creates and watches life grow one cannot help but feel proud. The garden was spectacular
The garden grew and grew so high that the petals of the flowers would dance in the heavens. The woman was inspired so she climbed the flower. From petal to petal she would jump until she reached the top. There she saw God.
The woman was changed and she knew that her life just like the plants she grew was beautiful; she had to share it with everybody. She grew active and never failed to make another friend. She was a mortal angel.
The woman lived a long fulfilling life and was about to pass on. Her garden flourished with every plant imaginable – an amazing feat. On her deathbed her many friends gathered and cried as their guardian slowly died, and as she wished they buried her in her garden
As the years passed by the garden grew into a towering forest. The tops of the oaks, hickories and maples would dance in the heavens. This unimaginable sight brought many from afar, and the trees full of branches that grow so irregular as they do in the wild beckoned to be climbed
So the tourists would climb the trees all the way to the heavens: and there they saw the woman sitting with God. They were changed and grew their own garden... and sowed many seeds.
The woman had a soft spot for gardening. She had started, when she was so young, a small garden. Begonias, hibiscus, salvia had been the firsts; every year she would add more
As the years passed by the garden grew, and with every seed she would sow the woman would grow more in faith. For when one creates and watches life grow one cannot help but feel proud. The garden was spectacular
The garden grew and grew so high that the petals of the flowers would dance in the heavens. The woman was inspired so she climbed the flower. From petal to petal she would jump until she reached the top. There she saw God.
The woman was changed and she knew that her life just like the plants she grew was beautiful; she had to share it with everybody. She grew active and never failed to make another friend. She was a mortal angel.
The woman lived a long fulfilling life and was about to pass on. Her garden flourished with every plant imaginable – an amazing feat. On her deathbed her many friends gathered and cried as their guardian slowly died, and as she wished they buried her in her garden
As the years passed by the garden grew into a towering forest. The tops of the oaks, hickories and maples would dance in the heavens. This unimaginable sight brought many from afar, and the trees full of branches that grow so irregular as they do in the wild beckoned to be climbed
So the tourists would climb the trees all the way to the heavens: and there they saw the woman sitting with God. They were changed and grew their own garden... and sowed many seeds.