A grove of trees muffled with the smell of chestnut blossoms wafting out of nowhere.

A warbler’s song can be heard in between the trees.
The song, accompanied by a sharp sensation, seemed to pierce the air around me.

Rays of light reach the ground with every sway of the leaves previously blocking them. 
At that moment, a white leek flower bud is illuminated.
The hydrangea beside holding up green calyx with its open leaves, pointing to the sky.

As I leave the tree shade and make my way through bushes, a cluster of vivid flowers catches my eye.

A blooming peony stands among those gentle flowers returning to their original shape even as the wind pushes them around.

A single thread of spider silk stretching between two of its stems.
As I get closer, a small, translucent, light green spider circles around, hiding behind the stem.
I flicked the stem with my fingers and the spider jumped to a nearby leaf, pulling his thread.

A strong wind suddenly blew as if to guide my sight upwards.
Dandelion pappi flew into the sky, as if pulled by the sunlight itself.