A Midsummers Walk

I walked into a garden and the roses bowed down at my feet, they cried as they bowed never ceasing.

I looked up and the heavens wept, their tears bathing my body and soul.

I entered a meadow where the sun shown brightly.

The sunflowers awoke from their rest and looked up.

They smiled.

The moon came up to play and she danced in the night sky.

The stars gave their plaudits, the moon took her bow, and they went home.

And so did I.