OctPoWriMo 7: Respite

A flower does not ring the doorbell, engage in robocalls, talk over your fears, tweet in the middle of the night. This flower, a lily floating on a pond in a corner of a Japanese garden, simply exists. Does a flower have any awareness of hot or cold? Does it lay out its petals to seduce that bee to drift near? Does a flower fear the coming snow? Celebrate spring? Life could be simpler. Let us