There is a gateway which was newly formed by a thunderstorm on my hiking trail and it leads the way to an adventure in my Wonderland. I would like to tell, though I followed to no rabbit hole, I descended very slowly down a tunnel lined with creeping plants and vines into a beautiful garden.
As I walked further, I found myself was back to civilization. The good journey was short, and my journey in the Wonderland had to come to an end.
This is another bag of flowers for you, and they are my pot of golds.