A Secret Garden

We visited both a Japanese garden and a museum, which were adjacent to each other.  The museum was small and dainty; however, it was the garden that drew me in.  The garden reminded me of what I would imagine a secret garden to mirror.  The entry way was marked by a large tree that was over taken with blooming vines.  When the breeze blew, purple petals from the blossoms floated gracefully down, like a heavenly shower in which angels would pour down buckets of beauty.  Having been cloudy all day long, the petals of the flowers were lightly kissed with crystal raindrops.  From the ground bushes, the fragile pink petals were soft and recently refreshed by the gentle drizzle of rain, so their color was vibrant and inviting.  As I strolled along the garden path, a light spell of droplets came down from the sky.  It made the water come alive and glimmer ever so slightly.  The secret garden rejoiced with singing praises to its Maker; all the while, I was so blessed to be a witness.