The Garden

The Garden


The alluring garden made Amy think about the times when she had played with her mom. There was an elegant fountain  that sprayed water into a gigantic pool of water, which hundreds of birds come everyday and party in it. Beyond the fountain, the garden was filled with trees.  Apple trees, plum trees, Cherry blossoms; it was filled with beautiful trees that could last a lifetime to explore and identify their names. Amy loved the lake beyond the gardens. The garden also had a big supply of flowers, which Amy tried to memorize. African lilies, Amaryllis Hippeastrum, Amazon lily, the list could go on forever and ever, and when it ends, your eyes would eventually have tired out and you were probably snoring. This garden was the kind of garden that you would remember for your entire life, because of the warm summer smells, the touch of the petals after the rain, and the taste of the freshly picked apples would make you drool.

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