Wind, Flower, Moon, Snow

The flowers are at their best in summer for they have grown in full bloom with the sweetest smell and perhaps for this reason, Shakespeare wrote his masterpiece of love sonnet.
So shall we go to a nearby garden to take a look at the best rose in my city where the garden is always quiet as well as the gardener together with the quiet rose there like a silent, shy yet anxious bride waiting for her love to pick her up?
Shall we go to the suburban tropical plant park where the flowers look extremely beautiful, different in species, various in shape, distinctive in colour, unique in fragrance?
Shall we go to the distant mountain tourist attraction famous for its cool climate, natural grassland, beautiful scenery and flowers?
Oh, on the top of the mountain, let’s sit back to back on that large stretch of natural pasture which boasts various grass as high as knees with flowers as many as stars, watching those blooming wild flowers frequented by dancing butterflies and humming bees or listening to many nameless mountain birds cheerfully chirping as well as some pure creeks happily singing;
Side by side, let’s lie down on the velvet green, gazing the wool-white clouds floating in the sea-blue sky with eagles hovering or blowing a dandelion in hand to the air with a wish and a dream or closing eyes to hum that nostalgic song “ I am a dandelion seed” from an old movie to lose ourselves completely and comfortably in wild imagination and creative association.