The Dreams of a Daffodil
Warm, gentle rain, trembling on leaves.
A sigh of a kind breeze nodding flowers.
Dreams of a daffodil.
Glow of orange sunshine on welcoming green.
Shimmering softly in the afternoon.
Dreams of a daffodil.
Yellow flowers open to the throb of bumble bee wings.
Shedding sticky orange pollen on furry backs.
Dreams of a daffodil.
Gradually slithering root hairs
Pushing between the coarse grains of soil,
Exploring, seeking, sucking up water,
Soaking up minerals.
Dreams of a daffodil.
Opher – 14.3.2023
Yesterday, while out on my walk through nature, this floated into my mind.
I often have these strange thoughts.
I’m sure that plants are conscious.
Just because they do not move does not mean they cannot think. A plant is so much more biochemically complicated than us.
I wonder what dreams flit through their minds?
I wonder.