The Garden

It was the perfect-ness of it all that was pulling me in: the fresh smell of dew, the multi-colored flowers and the little dancing butterflies. There was a stone birdbath placed in the centre. I felt peaceful and serene. I had to take a step in; to lean on that oak tree and take all of it in. I couldn’t simply just walk off like a passerby; I needed to be part of this beauty. It was as if nature had put all effort into this garden… It seemed un-real, a fantasy, a painting. Somewhere that any being would be lured. I cautiously opened the gate, cringed when it creaked and walked in.