Edens

The glass menagerie of a building was exquisite. It was like a palace that promoted life and vitality and the color and wonder that came from rows of flora. 

One could not not want to be enticed by it's hearty teal glassed glory. The glorious and masterful metal bars entwined themselves so lovingly on the outside of the facade. It made the magnificence inside ten times better. 

And that's no exaggeration, for inside was an array of comely and divine flowers and regal plants of varying degrees. It was like a forest of dreams, and one would hope to run a finger or arm down the length of every petal and leaf; stem and branch. 

The air is cool and moist and there is just silence' except for the occasional pitter patter of rain or dripping plants. 

In the back of the green house is the thickest assortment of plants. These are the most feral and bizzare, some ranging twenty feet wide. They are thickly forest green with flowers of human height in colors so vivid one would need sunglasses. 

Tangerine, Azure, Buttercup, Crimson. 

Yes, the one in the back, on a stand all its own seems to beckon, to call one's name. It's a hulking mass of a flower with bright crimson flowers that drip drip drip water. It's healthy and green and striking. The leaves in the front are like huge maples except forest green and the leaves up top are horizontal, a long thin stem with little pointy leaves extending from the sides. It's so vibrant and wonderful, like it's alive. 

The flowers are so perfect, and plump, and breath-taking, one needs to step forward to cup one in the palm of their hand. 

As one would do this though, the green house door would slam shut, rattling the pretty teal glass. 

And the extraordinarily ravenous plant on it's own little table would become more alive than ever.