And The Secret Garden Bloomed And Bloomed

How It Is That Animals Understand Things I Do Not Know, But It Is Certain That They Do Understand. Perhaps There Is A Language Which Is Not Made Of Words And Everything In The World Understands It. Perhaps There Is A Soul Hidden In Everything And It Can Always Speak, Without Even Making A Sound, To Another Soul.

When The Day Comes That I Kneel By Your Bedside And See Your Eyes Close, Or You Kneel By Mine, It Must Be That The One Who Waits Behind Shall Know The Parting Is Not All.

When Mary Lennox Was Sent To Misselthwaite Manor To Live With Her Uncle Everybody Said She Was The Most Disagreeable-looking Child Ever Seen. It Was True Too . . . She Was As Tyrannical And Selfish A Little Pig As Ever Lived.

Sometimes Since I've Been In The Garden I've Looked Up Through The Trees At The Sky And I Have Had A Strange Feeling Of Being Happy As If Something Was Pushing And Drawing In My Chest And Making Me Breathe Fast. Magic Is Always Pushing And Drawing And Making Things Out Of Nothing. Everything Is Made Out Of Magic, Leaves And Trees, Flowers And Birds, Badgers And Foxes And Squirrels And People. So It Must Be All Around Us. In This Garden - In All The Places.

... Justice Is Mercy's Highest Self.