Spring comes around, And flowers grow, Their beauty is temporary.

It was a door at the back of the green house. One you had never seen before so you decided to enter and in doing so you entered a space that seemed like a magical world. It was a bigger greenhouse with a sky made of glass.

You turned around and saw that the door was gone, there wasn’t even a wall there anymore. It was as if you just appeared in this Greenhouse wonderland.

Although you would have to admit it was beautiful. All the wonderful colors around you made you memorized. It was bright, lively with mythical creatures peacefully living in a floral paradise.

“Hey.”

You hear a voice call to you. The tone was so idyllic and wonderful and when you turn around you are in a daze. The man who owns the voice looks ethereal and unearthly.