I sat in my glass house
Built of refined crystal
Enthralled by the nature that surrounded me.
Gypsophila dripping down walls,
Lilac crying its gentle sobs, tears of nectar falling from the skies.
Alchemilla wrapping its delicacy around the stems of roses, flourishing in the presence of others.
Lily pads floating about, not tied down by a thing, with Aster sipping the cool water while lying beside the pond.
Snapdragons and Orchids having conversations with the wind, who whistles songs the birds like to hear.
Carnations and Statice screaming at the heat, bending at the waist, wilting in the dire sun.
Amaranthine's eternal grace existing in the fields.
Bergamot suckling sweet Baby's Breath.
