I love the texture of the water. I feel like it starts at the top very peaceful and the flowers are all in bloom but it gets gloomier at the bottom. To me I relate it to Shakespeare's many love stories and sonnets. Love and beauty that falls into tragedy and sorrow.
I had something more Biblical then Shakespearian in mind but it's all good The flooding of flower-beds is or should be fodder for a lot mixed feelings, and i hope my form helps along these different thoughts. So strange thoughts are what I hope for