The golden fire in the sky, its constantly in motion, the provider of great light. The diamond specks of grain, a heavenly comfort, a pillow from pain. The endless deep sea of sorrow and grief, overpowered by heaven, by the very king! The Willows, everywhere, lean down in despair, but he hears their cries for love and treats them with much care. The barricade from destruction and corrupt souls, stands strong separating the extraordinary from the dull. In the midst of this serene heavenly realm, stands a God willed girl, covered in goose bumps, overwhelmed! Her locks of gold blowing with the chilling whispers of his voice, bringing a smile to her face that reaches to the depth of her soul. Her fantasy garden of peace, away from the world, where all troubles, sin, envy, and pain are forgiven and released. Her fantasy garden in God.