Today is my unbirthday, so I am going to unleash some gifts upon you.
IN THE GARDEN
by Harper Kingsley
Flowers bloomed beneath the morning sun, dew kissed petals opening wide to embrace the light and warmth. Bees and bugs rose from their lazy slumber, the buzzing of their wing beats rising to an audible hum. Birds began to call and sing as the world came alive. Colorful butterflies fluttered and swirled in their joyous dance.
Buried beneath the earth, the sleeping summer opened their eyes and began the cheerful stroll upward into full ascendancy.
Spring embraced summer. Was subsumed by summer. And summer emerged to take pride of place.
And the world was warm and bright. Plentiful and pleasureful as animals born in spring enjoyed the everyday of their new existence, never having tasted the touch of winter cold.
They lived their all, and all was good.
