Sunflowers

The last rays of sunshine warmed my toes before disappearing behind the horizon. Lime green below the golden streak, a gold that drew a line around each cloud, illuminating it with a warmth. As I lay my head back into the blades of emerald grass, I closed my heavy eye lids. Caressing my toes, a tender breeze whispered in my ears and danced with my crimson hair. When I awake, I find my self eye to eye with a lantern of light hanging in a deserted sky. As I look around, moonlight shines upon the the face of thousands. Faces of yellow, faces waiting for the sun to come and wake them from their restless sleep. I walk among them, each step upon the grassy floor beneath infinite roof. A wind catches them and the sunflowers sway in the affectionate breeze. The moon glistens with sadness as it feels it must soon leave. A golden line is once again drawn across the horizon and the moon retreats to its lair, where it waits for its time shine, once more.