Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The concept of an underwater garden might’ve been foreign to her, but she readily accepted the notions with wild abandon and imagination. She’d seen pictures of coral reefs before, and in addition to those proportions, envisioned fields of wild seagrass floating and waving below the waves, amongst branches and brambles of other sorts of saplings and sprouts. Before she got too carried away, the bird’s head tilted. Ooh, what sort of things do you grow?
As for her own means, Lena’s eyes shifted a little. No, though I should. I find I tend more to the gardens, herbs, and plants that spring up within the enclosures. Which could be quite a few. The Celestine was a host of plots and estate all on its own.
As for her own means, Lena’s eyes shifted a little. No, though I should. I find I tend more to the gardens, herbs, and plants that spring up within the enclosures. Which could be quite a few. The Celestine was a host of plots and estate all on its own.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
