Beauty of a Garden Bed

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one’s longevity and the other’s daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimallight of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them—
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

-Sylvia Path

*

I am so sorry that my posts sound annoying and boring recently. Its just that I'm currently busy with somethings and don't have much time to write my own stuff.

You see,my house was on renovation for this pass two months and I've been staying and Grandma's house all this while. Now,the renovation is done and all that's left is adding up the finishing touches. So I've moved back to my home(just yesterday in fact) and I've got alot of things to sort out. I've got to help Mom and Dad with the unpacking and rearranging the furnitures which means I won't be able to play the computer as much as I always do.

Dad says to "Work more,Play less". Haha.

But I'll try my best to do things quicker so I'll get a chance to play the computer.

And to all those who have tag me,thank you so much. I'll do the tag most probably by this week!

Have a great week ahead everyone!