I went again to the small garden of Eden.
New shoots of white lilies grew magnificently facing the sky of blue.
How happy they looked after a long gentle rain pouring on their heads as if they had a delightful shower in the open.
Just like the white lilies and the flowers in the garden of Eden, they were short lived.
Never again I could see the same flowers. Rather another new life and pattern waiting in line to show their new splendour.