I know the flowers are alive
because I have witnessed them gossiping.
They only do it when they think
no one is watching.
The truth is that
they are never alone.
Like praying monks,
they bow their heads to the ground
and whisper about
the sunflower’s exceeding tallness
and the rose’s self-adoration.
I think, if even the flowers
look down
when speaking their minds,
what hope do we have?
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 2:02 AM UTC
I know the flowers are alive
because I have witnessed them gossiping.
They only do it when they think
no one is watching.
The truth is that
they are never alone.
Like praying monks,
they bow their heads to the ground
and whisper about
the sunflower’s exceeding tallness
and the rose’s self-adoration.
I think, if even the flowers
look down
when speaking their minds,
what hope do we have?