Garden in the Sun

It was a Sunday in early spring. I was up before the sun, and the cool, humid air fell through the windows. Behind a veil of clouds, the moon was still visible, looking down on my little house. As light stretched across the heavens, the garden outside glowed to life. All the flowers lifted their soft heads towards the sun. How delicately they worshipped it. I considered gathering some for my night table, but decided against it.For like me, they were happy where they were.