Wonderland, Going Down The Rabbit Hole

B. 2 The Garden Of Live Flowers B.2

Prompt: Talking Heads-Ohm, if these flowers could speak-write a short story or a poem about a garden of flowers having a conversation.

"Good Morning, Lily. Welcome to another day."
"I hear you, Rose. I hate the smell of mint."
"I wish we didn't live by farms. I like the bay."
"It's quiet in the country. We are like Heaven Sent."

"The sun has been so hot but the girl waters us everyday."
"Rose, things are quiet. Oh no. Here comes that north wind."
"Last week, the wind covered me with a ton of thick hay!"
"I know you cried Lily but at least you weren't skinned."

"You acted all broken up about it. You laughed at me."
"I am sorry. We are well taken care of. We are lovely."
"Yes, we are. Looks like our girl is having her tea."
"She will water us soon so we can keep looking fanciful."

"What kind of word is that? Anyway, we do look good, my Dear."
"Hey! A bird landed on me. Oh no! He did a naughty on me!"
"We are getting watered. The naughty is gone. Have no fear."
"That felt good, being watered. Oh great. Here comes a bee!"

"The bee left. Here comes a tractor. Always things to do on a farm."
"This is our life. Always staying in one spot but this is our life."
"Yes, it is.Talk to you later. I do admire your friendship and charm."
"Back at you, girlfriend. Thanks for listening to all my stories of strife."

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