Inside the Arboretum

I'm loving the inspiration campus gives me (:

I sit in silence here,

but listen:

I am not alone.

The silence here tells the story

reality could never manage.

The wind whispers and the birds sing;

the world around me makes sense

when life does not.

Forever here lies the story

of love lost,

knowledge gained,

and faith discovered.

Sweet bells of time,

play to be the sound

of freedom;

for habits are forever fleeting,

but the heart will forever

be marked by our dreams.

Guide me down this path

that led me here,

shelter me from such a tragic fate,

and allow me to fall lovingly

into the arms in which I will forever

belong.

Author's Note

feedback pretty please! (:

Reviews

[Alice]

I really like how you start "I sit in scilence here,/but listen:/ I am not alone."
It made me think that you were going to personify something (my first guess was trees or plants, because of the title). Then you go on to give a blue print of a story, vague, but important. There is so much story in here, I just want to know! This is really great. Keep writing.