My Eternal Sanctuary 🍃

This is my late beloved father’s garden. As all gardens flourish outside, this garden has an odd way of growing inward. As I get older, it takes root in me. I can always see the great resemblance between it and my father’s forest-green eyes. Upon scrutinizing, they not only bring forth their lovely appearance, but they also spell out his dreamy idiosyncrasies. 🍃