The Master's Garden by rebecca

- - Come to my garden, said the Master to the sapling, for
your delicate beauty cannot survive in caos.

* * * My roots are in the forest, Master, my origins are here.

- - You are a special creation, not to be overshadowed by the
masses. Your essence will die. Your roots will wither and
the wind will break you. Come to my garden that I may
cultivate, tame and protect you. Your roots will be fed,
warmth will kiss your leaves and my hand will shape
your growth. You were meant to be set apart and
carefully tended.

* * * Am I suitable for your garden, Master? Will I enhance
its beauty?

- - You will thrive in my garden for no other will touch your
tenderness. My strength will protect you and my wealth
will provide. My hand will prune the untamed growth
and give you direction. You will be strong in the master's
garden and your steadiness and stability will please me.
The small and the weak cannot survive to serve the
master's purpose. You will become the foundation for my
garden and your life will grace its form.

* * * How will I serve the Master?

- - Your beauty will reflect on me.
Your growth will give me pride and pleasure.
Your fruits will feed my need.