Home for flowers, Moon – the Flower Planet

  Flowers are very delightful under the moonlight even though they can keep on living under the Sun. Their appearance looks different from what they look like in daytime when they are busy moving around under the sun.

There is no competition to produce and no obsessiveness about existence. There is just complacency. Yes, they are not just living their lives, but they are 'enjoying life' as they take pleasure in the moonlight 

and as they enjoy a full measure of its beautiful flavor. The hot air has cooled down and noise has disappeared into a deep dark night. 

Might they miss the tender embrace of the moonlight? The deeper the night is getting, the more exicting the festival of flowers is getting.

  How meaningful is the moon to the flowers? Maybe it is a paradise that flowers long for if they feel happy just to be with each other. 

You can see flowers' desires engraved elaborately on the dark sky. Their desires are more plaintive than a thousand pieces of pale moonlight breaking onto a surface of a still lake. 

Flowers fervently throw a moonlight feast in spite of such a deep night for the nostalgia of their far away home.

  Flowers seem to have the same transcendental instinct as men have a lingering affection to Socrates being dissatisfied. 

Just if they could be together under the moonlight even if there is no nourishment, they might be very much satisfied. 

Right, it's flowers' natural elegance. Telepathically the moon already sky-high is pouring its spirit brightly onto the surface of the land. Ah! the moon is just the home for flowers, the Flower Planet.

  The plaintive and dreamlike emotion you could feel at a calm lakeside in a bright moonlight night sublime in cheerful rhythm. 

At last, it becomes an enthusiastic but moderate piano melody of the Moonlight Sonata. It spreads out dimly with the fragrance of the night as it intertwines with us.