Walking through my garden today I couldn't help but think of Liza. The sun was shining bright, beating down on my back. I had finally finished planting the last of my flowers, and it was time to stand back and admire them. I smiled to myself thinking about how proud of me Liza would be creating such beauty. Liza shares the same love for gardening that I do. That's why I compare Liza to a flower. She's beautiful, she draws people to her, and she hides away in the winter.
Liza is one of those girls that you always give a second glance at on your way by. She's true beauty from the inside out. She has long brown hair that reaches half way down her back. The brightest blue eyes I have ever seen. The kind that you can't help but stare directly into. She has a kind heart and is always willing to go out of her way for others. Flowers are hard to pass by without taking a peek. I can't help but stop to admire their beauty.
Liza draws people in, in the same way a flower does. I can't think of a single person who doesn't like Liza. She has a bubbly personality, and will befriend anyone. She doesn't care who they are or where they come from, she welcomes everyone. People are naturally drawn to flowers. People of all types. Most everyone can enjoy flowers. They not only stop to look, but also take the time to stop and take in the sweet smells.
Flowers are perfectly content as long as the air is warm. Even when it rains. When winter comes around though, the flowers hide away until it becomes warm again. The same thing happens with Liza. As soon as the cold comes you see less of Liza. She only comes out when she has to. Bundled in layers of clothing she will quickly scurry to her preheated car, not wanting an ounce of he cold air to touch her body.
Liza and I have spent many days together planting flowers for various people. Our grandparents, mothers, the pink tulip project at our high school. Flowers are a common passion that we share. It's a great excuse for us to get together when it's been too long. We often greet each other with a freshly picked flower, when the weather allows it. We even have matching Lilly tattoos on our right ankle.
Graf 4 is a little out of synch since it start with flowers, unlike grafs 2 & 3 which start with Liza.
ReplyDeleteI don't think that there's enough here to make a comparison work--both sides of the comparison are weak. Oddly, the last graf is the strongest, giving us some real flowers and a real person for the first time in the piece, but it's too late by then to save the piece.