My Special Place

          When I am sad, or just need to take a break from the world, there is a special place where I escape . It is hidden behind a dark bush that serves as a home to many bees. Behind the bush, there are little stepping stones that lead to a small white gate. In late winter, the gate circles nothing but a few tiny leaves. When warmth comes back to the world, the leaves grow taller and taller, and in late spring, buds start to appear on what is now a stem.

            In the summer, the buds start to open. By July, what was once a droll area with little color is now a breathtaking explosion of red, pink, green, and blue blossoms.

            In the fall, even more colors start to appear, and suddenly the gate can barely contain all the flowers. As I sit on a small bench behind the gate, I feel a cool wind caress my skin. While the wind blows, I can hear the soft ring of the chimes. Other than that, it is deathly quiet; giving me an almost eerie sense of serenity.

            Winter is a melancholy time for my place. The cold, bitter temperatures slowly eat away at the flowers. They become dull, sickly colors, and lose their brilliance. The petals wilt and begin to fall of the stem, but before they reach the ground, the wind carries them away without a goodbye

            Finally the winter is over. I can start to feel the sun again, as I sit on my small bench. I can see little green leaves popping out of the ground. The cycle of life is resuming, and soon my garden will once again be a colorful haven of peace and beauty