A Garden Garland

I stepped out onto the sunlit balcony to see what had changed in the garden planter since morning. Nestled under the broad green ivy leaves, I discovered a fallen pink blossom alongside a slender, bendable grass stalk. Kneeling down gently on the soft soil, I used both hands to loop the stalk around the flower's stem, carefully weaving a tiny charm wreath. It fit delightfully right over the corner of the clay planter, like a quiet secret left behind for the afternoon breeze.