Bedtime

I felt the day had started not being able to see the forest through the trees.  It ended as the last light of day illuminated an amazing field of flowers following their circadian rhythm for bedtime.  Elegantly still and in unison, they readied for their nightly ritual of turning directions to face the morning sun.  They led me in, tugged at my strings and left me on my knees.  Today I saw what I know truly needed to see.  So many flowers...this Life...so little time.