Man Flowering Water

Inside my midnight I was bored. The night outside was luminous, it had things to do and places to go. I went out to see what the commotion was. The tree traveled the distance and stood real close. There I was in the middle again, as always, standing alone. This time next to the water with a pot of flowers to hold. Guess I had searched all day for someone those flowers to give. But no one was eager to receive my prose. So I bent the jug down and let the flowers be gifted to water alone.