The Word Gardener

She always remained as silent as a shadow

Absorbing all that happened around

Providing company and comfort when needed

Staying rooted to the ground

But very few understood her serenity

"Why don't you stand out?"

"Why don't you make yourself visible?"

"Why don't you throw away words?" They asked her

She always offered a silent smile in return

Feeling sorry for all the words that were needlessly let loose in the wind

To her, words held a special meaning

Every new word she learned became a fruit

Every new sentence she learned became a flower

And every new poem, a plant in her garden

Her garden was a magical one

A wonderland for words that were watered with love

And so, she reserved her words for a few dear people

Because every text message she exchanged

Meant handing out a fruit basket

Because every heartfelt conversation she had 

Meant handing out a beautiful bouquet...

She did not mind being a flower seller

But she loved being a gardener more

She loved taking the time out 

To nurture the soil with new ideas

She loved opening the windows and letting in the sunshine

Of a new book and a new author

She loved sitting beside the plants

And smelling the scent of syllables

She definitely loved being a gardener more

And so, she reserved her words for a few dear people

Turning into a shadow in an unknown crowd

And turning a flower seller only amidst friends and family.