[ the pews are desolate and dusty. it's been a while since any ministry had gone on there, but the white stone around it shines without need of maintenance. the flowers, however, live with more love than nature can offer.
the one responsible walks out from behind, a bow-tied watering can in her hands. she'd been close enough to hear his words, and she isn't startled by strangers (anymore). ]
Daffodils like to boast their happiness. I think they're right to.
[ she approaches, a gentle smile on her face, but before she says anything, she glances at the field, bright and yellow and melodious; then the green-eyed girl turns, relaying a message. ]
( i promise thee roses but spare me the tomb. ) - and thank you!!
the one responsible walks out from behind, a bow-tied watering can in her hands. she'd been close enough to hear his words, and she isn't startled by strangers (anymore). ]
Daffodils like to boast their happiness. I think they're right to.
[ she approaches, a gentle smile on her face, but before she says anything, she glances at the field, bright and yellow and melodious; then the green-eyed girl turns, relaying a message. ]
They welcome you.