White clouds roam a blue sheet over Barton Pond; Warm sunlight falls deep into the lake, refreshed by a cool air, whose surface is clean shimmering like fish scales. The slender waists of Queen Anne's Laces swing in the winds, charming and pretty; Being kissed by a crazy bee, the small yellow flower head of a Hairy Hawkweed feels the pleasure and shivers; Those rocks lying on the lakeside, skins whiter and bodies expanding, they must be able to tell the gentle fingers of the sun from the relentless fists of storms, even with their firm hearts; And in the water, some plants, with no will to power, let their plump bodies float, but aren't they glad, caressed by soft waves? You are glad too: this gorgeous summer afternoon is a gift from nature to his true lovers who are not stopped by a gloomy morning. Along a small path, hidden inside Barton Park, big meadows overflowing with yellow, purple and white flowers, taller than you, draw you further and further, towards an unending end. You wonder how it feels to lie down and fall into sleep between those Sunflowers, Coneflowers, Blazing Stars, Bergamots, Goldenrods and Bluestems, not saying a word or making any statements, but simply being there and quietly sharing this secret and destiny of the universe. Would you truly become one of them?
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