They had interiors of yellow or would have if the sun hadn t melted the life out of them. Instead the miserable petals flop down drooping lifeless attached at the ends by rotting brown interiors that yearned to be young again. They grew caged off from the shadow not only by the pounding light but a fence that screamed unwelcome . Natural grass spread across the darker landscape. It was not the grass that mankind plants or nurtures in his yard but the wild weedy type that exudes life.
Some sections seem to be so well nurtured by nature that they sprung to be over six feet tall.
This was nature s fence, lush and welcoming yet just as impassable as a steel barrier. The smell emanating from the wild grass was that of cinnamon and melted butter, pure nirvana for mammals of the grazing order. A thin bike trail cut smoothly through the grass but didn t disturb or break its pattern. This trail widened when entering the light as if to express its irreverence for it. As it continued it ran into the woods that were also bathed in shadow.