Earworm: Forgiven not Forgotten~~ The Corrs

She admired the colourful splashings on the wall. A kaleidoscope of imagery. She felt the smooth texture of the wall and ran alongside it, coming to a space in the wall. Inside stood two trees, reaching out to another, bridging the gap between them with a small canopy. The grass around them was velvet green, cool to the touch. It was a simple garden, but more importantly, it was her secret garden. Desolate and unknown.
Day after day, she visited her private sphere. Adding bits of herself to it. She fashioned a hammock from a piece of her oversized nightdress. She sowed some seeds and watched tiny flowers spring up from the earth.
After a long while, she began to notice some spidery cracks in the wall, and its vibrant hues were fading. Another day, she thought, she will repair the damage. For the meantime, she snoozed in the comfort of her hammock.
The unrelenting sun continued to beat down on the wall, a pale shade of its former colour now, but she was nestled comforably under the welcoming shade of the two trees.
Then one day not unlike the others, she made her journey to her garden behind the wall again. But to her shock there stood a whitewashed wall, almost unrecognisable to her. Yet its cracks were still visible under the fresh paint. A heavy iron door blocked the entrance to her favourite garden. And she couldn't her beloved trees beyond the high wall.
She knocked several times. It echoed hollowly back to her. What used to be comfortably desolate became achingly vacant.
Pushing against the door in vain, she tried to catch a glimpse of what has been transformed. The door was grimly unmoved.
She looked around her. And sat down on a shaded patch of grass.