Inside the Garden: limericks of acceptance


That stranger soon became

someone who had a name,

though one not said,

just one that had spread

through the garden with fame.


Inwards, the shrubs curled,

the flowers faithfully furled,

and time painlessly passed

to forget that horrible past,

all adjusting to this new world.


With the Named one staying from when

the green developed into warmth,

a friendship was bound to begin.