In the garden behind a house where the trees whisper the tale of love, stood a man and a woman. She held his rough hand between her soft fingers and looked into his deep eyes. A light loving smile passed across his bearded face, she giggled and laughed. Promises were made, and vows of trust and love. The trees heard the vows and whispered them again in the summer breeze. On that same breeze the sounds of strings being played in the hands of master musicians. Rhythms of joy filled the garden. Laughter could be heard throughout the groups of people reuniting after years a part. The couple walked quietly along a dirt path toward the garden gate. she tightly gripped his arm and he leaned into her smelling her sweet hair. They stopped under a strong old tree, who had seen it’s share of couples pass under it’s branches. She pulled him in closed her eyes and breathed him in. it was quiet.