TONIGHT I DREAM OF FLOWERS, dotted across a sunken meadow of clovers, the pale thin petals of their blossoms speckled against the vivid green. Simple hints of beauty, like the freckles on the face of a young and innocent child.

Hints of sun peak through thick clouds--not dark as if it were to rain--but fluffy cumulus cotton puffs, white as the fur of an Arctic rabbit in the wintertime.

To the sun, I salute you, for the warmth you provide for all living things on earth. I withhold so many questions from you, in fear of not receiving an answer.

The clouds disperse. I lie on my back and watch them float away in the gentle breeze.

The sun, at her highest point in the mid-afternoon, shines, speaking to me. She tells me that I may ask her anything.

"Is there more to our existence?" I inquire.

Her rays, so bright, nearly blinding, respond to me, Isn't it obvious?

I shield my eyes.

I rise, walking across the meadow. The clovers press against my bare feet; Mother Nature's slippers.

Look!

In the distance stands a feminine silhouette, just beyond my field of vision, body share and narrow, hair up. She dwindles in the back of my mind. I attempt to ignore her presence.

I feel her eyes on me, light and strange, exotic, like my own and that of my brother. Our sole connection.

A dirt path forms between the figure and me.

A drop of liquid hits my skin.

Another.

Yet another.

Odd.

Clouds dispersed, the sky is leaking, as though a divine being cries, though I cannot see his eyes.

But still, the sun shines, her rays gleaming against the dampened greenery, the droplets of water reflecting her light.

I turn my back to the figure and the path.

The earth expands, growing upward so that I am standing tall, looking down on the rest of the world. In this moment I truly see the beauty of it all.

The sky on its own is lifeless.

The clovers on their own have nothing to impress.

The seas on their own are simply a vast patch of clear liquid.

The sun on its own is only a huge sphere of fire, having nothing to alight.

On its own, not one thing can be responsible for the entire beauty of the landscape. But each aspect of it out together creates the vast image.

Life, if not for the sun, seas, sky, earth,
would cease to exist.

But with them, all together, I see
that it is good.