A blooming marigold rustles in the wind, air whistling through its fragrant petals. It is absorbed in its own flowerness, contemplating xylem and phloem. A neighbouring flower, whose creeping shoots curl around the marigold’s stem, points its stamens toward the bustling forest in the distance.
Adjacent to them, a squat and ragged shrub conceals its berries in its upper foliage. Meanwhile, behind them a crooked birch peels gravely and leans knowingly the other way.