I had a dream…. I saw a small deserted bare plot of land around the corner of the glittering city light. It was made obscured and secluded by the surrounding structures.

  

        Many people have passed by but no one ever took notice of the vacant land. Some pee on it and threw their garbage there as a matter of convenience.

 

        Over the years, garbage started to fertilize the soil, with the wind carrying pollens from the nature. It started to cultivate into a small shady nice greenery with birds, flowers and shades… Eventually it transformed into a small little cozy garden providing shades and serenity for birds, pets, and people.

 

 

 

        Slowly over time, people began to take notice of the small little landscape and more and more people came to take shelter from the rain, or from the blazing afternoon sun. Some even find it thrilling to make love there at night.

 

        After a long period of time, the soil started to tighten up, bees and birds stop patronizing the garden. Plastic bags, drink bottles and condoms left behind by the people were scattered all over the ground. The flowers withered and the plants dried up. foul smell lingered everywhere. Slowly the garden was thrown back to its original state or even worse, it has lost its flaming soul and the spirit of growth.

 

 

 

 

        The garden was created by nature for people to rest their unsettling soul, but once they gained back their senses, they took a piece of soul from the garden and left… unfortunately they have not remembered to clean up the messes they’d left behind. They left their condoms, plastic bags, and they had packed the fertile soil with their heavy footsteps or their rolling body when they were making hot love at night. They brought their poisons and spilled all over the garden. and they left after gaining their senses with a newfound meaning in life. The things that were left subtly and unconsciously behind seems insignificant to them. Some even thought, being there with the garden was doing a good deed to the garden. Some even blame the garden for dirtying their shoes, clothes and body.

 

        Everything happen for a reason, so what’s next?

 

 

 

        I woke up from the dream with a sense of unsettling mind and a lose soul. Felt lonely deep within me. Why the garden…?  Am I the garden…? I asked myself…