Garden of God

In the garden of god,I wander plucking the fruits of our deeds a myriad of taste, a sweet reminder not every man is the same indeed. Two kinds of flowers grows in the garden one is nurtured while another grows wild the latter glows bright still bears the burden of the nurtured ones that forever remains a child. while the tall grasses and shrubs that grows aplenty does pose a threat to the garden's charm in times of storm they act as sentry standing bravely mitigating the harm. God himself is a cunning gardener he sits back and watches his garden grow we are His faithful entertainer like the grasses and flowers growing below.