A beautiful garden and I

Like poetastery and blurred vision on a rainy,misty morning it began

A step at a step, slowly like a toddler learning how to walk

Although some of us learnt to walk not so slowly, we learnt supporting ourselves on maize seedlings weeding

Slow, steady-intrinsically moving -but sure

I was sure it was headed for greatness 

The first few feet covered by beautiful scenery of flowers-ooh no! beautiful is what Yeats termed as a funny, moking understatement-this transcended beauty

It was more than beautiful, covered by flowers of different colours roses, carnations, peonies, dahlias, alstroemerias, gardenias, lilies, orchids and Daisies

The Daisies as it is in capitals it was more widespread to be precise they were Gerbera Daisies

They were everywhere, looked amazing and masked all the other flowers and its scent was dominant

For those unheedy students of life's alchemy or those jomifwadhi as Agola would say in her novel would  presumably say that the whole cacophony was covered by Gerbera Daisies but there were others

Daisies symbolized innocence a connotation from the Victorian era

I wanted to stay in this area and feel the dissonance it was creating -i wanted to stay longer and enjoy the scent all over and more sneezing-ironical though

But oops the steps were counted, ohh no calculated precisely for that matter

Time was scarse:a hollering voice yelled "Boy, get the hell out of here, match forward, time's gone "

The next few steps were splendid, it presented -as my nursing skills teacher would always remind me when taking history-a magnificent view on its own

Breathtaking-who nose except me-,eye taking-of course it's a view 

Long pines and cedars covered it, they looked Yummy-Justin don't sue me credit goes to you-It ain't my Intentions-it's not late to say Sorry though

The pines as it us with those who love puns were friendly, charming and alluring inherently -all I could do was a Hello!

 In response was a little swaying of their long perfectly shaped branches followed by needle-drop silence  then a little falling of leaves 

It felt bad seeing their leaves fall-they looked damn good with those chlorophyll filled little industries which added life to these things Wangari fought for

Little did I know the fallen leaves in turn provided manure and some little mulch 

That's why I still hold my rather primitive belief-no uncaused cause_everything happens for a reason 

I continued walking-I'm not a stringent lover of woods that's why NBA ain't my sport

I enjoyed the fresh air emanating from them

But I still looked back and saw the Daisies, though this time the vision was smudged and no scent anymore

It's like all these pines and cedars vaporised all the scent from the flowers

Time was moving, clock was tickling faster and I had to move on, not knowing where I'm moving to

What I had in mind that finally there will be wining and dining 

Some guaranteed bliss at the terminal and I kept moving

The land started inclining against me-it was getting steeper with each step

The next few feet I was in a jumbled area to say -stop judging me

Wait, lemme explain, it's my perspective -it contained patches of strongly scented beaitiful Daisy that I saw at first place, followed by thorny bushes of acacia dominant in my county -though these seemed more worse and feary than those in my place 

Underneath them were scattered grown old chunks of ugly grass

Then they trail those long beautiful pines and cedars

All these mixed up presenting un indescribable dissonance 

All the same they never excited me but in mind I had that happiness at the end

The ground wasn't a better place either, sometimes it was sandy, then stony then all of a sudden it was all muddy

All these changed within minutes, it presented again some smooth,good looking green grasses carpet like phenotypically those found in Emirates Stadium 

It could diappear again and present a thorny ground -hurtful to the feet

It was awful

I couldn't figure out all this marvel 

And I'm yet to

The weather itself was frightening -hailstorms,misty and freezy in a minute then the next moment -Atacama would be a refuge 

Dusty, dry, low humidity, scorching sun and dry winds would prevail- a weather I only envision when people describe my countyplace

The next moment it presented a calm weather, amazing sunshine and a cool breeze-a place you can think of for your honeymoon

Yes your honeymoon, as this weather came with it a beautiful scent that attracted friendly bees of all calibre

With this and illumination from moonlight- it was perfect

But this never lasted for a minute _the worse weather was dorminant

I guess I'm correct to say so though the human brain and its aura is engineered to perceive and hold on to that negative part

Unfortunately I've not moved up for the next stage is still blurred to me

I'm at this stage witnessing all these but a constant song of the euphoria at the end keeps me motivated 

Note I've not said who I'm in this for I don't know either but I'm sure I'm not alone for even Alan Walker knows

But I keep moving with some stringendo...