The Garden

The Garden is a songfiction by IcewrathXFeatherswirlXCraneheart. It is about her story The Story of Icewrath, Featherswirl, and Craneheart in Craneheart's point of view. OA is Rush.
==The Garden==
In this one of many possible worlds
Of all the lives I could have lived, of all the cats I could have been, I was Craneheart, warrior of RiverClan. I often try to unsuccessfully imagine my life if she weren't in it. She being Featherswirl. I don't know if I could be happy without her. I love her, and I couldn't imagine not being by her side.
All for the best, or some bizarre test
I know that in the end, there are two choices: she will choose me, or she will choose one of the other three. I will accept whatever she chooses. I love her enough to make her own decision and I think that Icewrath, Electricsound, or Marbleflight deserve her. They are just as good warriors, each with their different talents
It is what it is and whatever
Who ever she chooses is who she chooses, and though it would shatter my heart if she chose one of the others, I would understand. I would forever love her, to the end of my life, and to the end of the Clans.
Time is still the infinite jest
So much time has passed and we are warriors now. I think back on all the memories that Featherswirl, my brother, and I have had. I wonder how long it will be before she chooses.
The arrow flies when you dream
Whenever she came near me, her sweet scent would curl around me: the scent of wild berries, floating to me on a breeze like the flight of a bird. My heart would pound, so it almost broke through my chest and hopped down to her paws. My breath would be taken away when the sunlight lit up her reddish brown fur.
The hours tick away
So much time has gone by. I have so much to tell her. I want to tell her how I feel, but I just can't.
The cells tick away
Whenever I tell myself that I am finally ready to tell her, I feel like I will faint. The fear of rejection is so big... The time flies faster than an eagle dives and I lose my chance.
The Watchmaker keeps to his schemes
I know that there is a plan and I know that Featherswirl could choose me in that plan, or she could choose another cat. No matter what, I want to impact the way things turn out somehow, before it's too late, and before my heart is destroyed by my nerves.
The hours tick away
Sitting on one side of the clearing in RiverClan camp, I feel like I've been waiting for hours.
They tick away
Just for one more chance...
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
Every time I tell myself, "I'm going to tell her," I can't. And I know that love and respect make one's life complete. I respect Featherswirl and I love her more than she could possibly imagine. I love everything about her. I feel it in my heart, pounding from the inside, yowling to break through and pour out...
So hard to earn, so easily burned
But love and respect are so hard to get, especially from the ones you adore the most. I know she respects me. It's part of why she likes to hang around me and how I am one of her best friends, but love... I don't know how she feels. When it comes to that, she is secretive. If I tell her, many things could happen: my heart could fly, looking down to see the clouds and maybe the stars themselves, or it can be grounded, shattered, shredded, burned... so viciously, even if she may tell me so sweetly that she loves me, but loves another one more.
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect
In the rise and the set of the sun
To the stars goes spinning
Spinning 'round the night
Oh it is what it is and forever
Each moment of memory aflight
The arrow flies while you dream
The hours tick away
The cells tick away
The Watchmaker has time up his sleeve
The hours tick away
They tick away
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect
Its a measure of a life
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect
The way you live,
The gifts that you give
And the fullness of time is the only return that you expect
The future disappears into memory
With only a moment between
Forever dwells in that moment
Hope is what remains to be seen
Forever dwells in that moment
Hope is what remains to be seen
In the fullness of time a garden to nurture and protect
It's a measure of a life