The ground looked thick with snow,

It was covered in so many flowers.

Sunlight shifted through the trees,

The light so soft it left uneven shadows upon the grass.

A gentle wind picked up,

Waving the branches softly through the late afternoon air.

The shadows shifted,

Dancing among the flowers.

The sun sank lower,

Taking the blue sky with it.

The flowers closed slowly,

As the first moonbeam hit the earth.

The ground once again turned green,

As it was made,

Basking in the twilight.

Tomorrow, the sun will return,

Bringing with it the blue sky and the white flowers.

And all will begin again.