There I stood, face to face at the gate of Miss Everly’s Garden. The gate rusted with age placed inches away from my touch. It softly creaked as a brisk wind blew throughout it. Two lusted with green stone walls pressed against the gate side by side. I took one step closer peering into the gated garden. A fine wisp of light shone into my eyes, blocking my vision of whatever laid before me. Swiftly covering my sight I walked through the gate and light, only to find myself on a cryptic path of rock plates. My eyes traced the rocky path, surrounding it was lushes of youthful grass. Dew trickled down its thin shape as the gleaming sunset its ray on it, but what laid on top or throughout this meadow was what really is phenomenal. Branches of untouched