He turned to the little flower.
“Hello, little flower. Do you talk?”
Conscious for only a minute, how could he know?
He studied the little flower.
Was it trying to speak?
It moved as if it had a purpose,
turning toward the sun to maximize light collection.
Did it ever pause from that task,
and just enjoy the day?
Did it have, say, a sense of humor?
Did they all come together as one mind
to play pranks on humans?
He found himself in a universe where anything was possible,
for he found himself within his own mind…
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