Flowers for You

The window was down as a small breeze went through the car. My roots tingled in anticipation as I took in the warmth of the sun that glistened upon my beautiful orange and yellow petals. It was a beautiful day out, perfect for me to be given off, and enjoy the events that would follow. There was lots of carbon for a marigold like me to intake in a forest of noises and cement. While I couldn’t see, I knew it to be true. I had felt the area before – just as I had travelled down the road before. Not that I had personally been down the paths myself.

I stood up straighter as we took another turn, heading towards what should be the project lot that the Creator was talking about. My being practically vibrated in excitement.

It was so soon! Soon I would be with my destined partner and caretaker! My purpose for sending my Creator’s message complete.

It was thrilling!

If I had a voice I would have been singing loudly in joy. But I didn’t, so I sung silently, just as I had done before on these familiar roads.

Down the road to my new home.

My Creator told me about the monochrome.

The red, the red, the beautiful red,

I cannot wait for it to be in my bed!

The sounds that echo give me sight

Once I connect, it’ll make my future bright.

I cannot wait for it to be in my bed,

The red, the red, the beautiful red.

My Creator told me about the monochrome,

Down the road at my new home.

The vehicle rolled to a stop where the sounds of people came to my ears. The excitement somehow grew more with each moment. It was a big event this time. My Creator was doing a public display. He didn’t get those very often. The car door opened and closed and then my door opened. With great care I was picked up. A light brush across my leaves and petals, a greeting and a goodbye from my Creator and his Deliverer.

Her voice was always so warm. So bubbly. “You must be excited for a change of scenery.”

Always. Always so excited.

“Let’s go give you over to Mrs. Jones.”

Mrs. Jones! My new caretaker! Oh she sounded delightful!

…

I wonder when my bed will be red.

The walk was a long one where the noises became louder over the traffic we somewhat left behind. The Deliverer’s steps changed from the pavement of the sidewalk to the grass of a lawn. At least that’s what it seemed. I had felt them both before yet not.

More noises, more of the Deliverer’s voice asking politely if she could get through. She was also so kind. Not as kind as the Creator, no. She could never be that kind. He sang to us, she simply talked.

Then, her steps stopped. “Mrs. Jones?”

“Yes?” A new voice vibrated to my limbs and my vascular system froze in glee. My new caretaker had a beautiful voice. It’d be wonderful to hear at the Creator’s debut.

“Flowers for you.”

“Marigolds? Oh they must be from Sam. So bright and warm,” Mrs. Jones giggled delightfully. “He’s always giving surprises to me like this.”

“I can’t say, but I’m sure they’re from Mr. Jones,” the Deliverer chimed happily back. “I was told to make sure you follow the instructions in order to keep them alive for as long as possible.”

“Oh I will, I have a tomato garden where these will fit in so nicely.”

I was passed over to a different hold that held me in a cherished nature similar to the Deliverer.

“Have a good day,” the Deliverer said in a final goodbye to Mrs. Jones.

“You as well, thank you!”

Mrs. Jones fawned over my leaves with a very different touch. It made me even more excited to be cared for by someone who knew how to take care of me. That wasn’t always the case. If only she knew it wasn’t from her Sam. It would have made the experience more pleasant. But… I guess it was even more thrilling to know she had no idea. The surprise. The surprise!

I couldn’t wait!

Mrs. Jones took me over to where things were a bit quieter. A loud male voice called for attention as I was set on a table near the man. I didn’t know what else was on the table, but I could guess something that needed to be kept cool. Drinks perhaps. The table laid in the shade where the sun’s rays were sparse and to the wind’s breeze. Under a tree… what a delightfully new experience!

The moment was coming. The moment!

I couldn’t wait. Soon!

The man started giving a speech, but I couldn’t focus on the words he said. They didn’t matter to me. I was listening for the Creator. It was a quiet noise only those paying attention would hear. More talking. More waiting.

The whistle.

My roots quivered as the mythical whistle that I had heard before but never heard myself came closer. It was quick, moving swiftly through the air. Then, the sound of something cracking.

The noise of squishing.

The exit and end of the whistle as it entered the earth with a thump. A warm liquid hit my leaves. A definite red dotted my bed, something I could tell as it was thick and carried minerals I would consume. The screams of Mrs. Jones calling for Sam was like water to my roots.

The Creator’s show! The Creator’s event!

The moment was so thrilling!

The chaos of others screaming in fear and their steps running every which way.

My Creator fulfilled his promise to me again! The execution was a thrilling success that made me stand up straighter. I wanted to dance to the honour bestowed to me, something I had heard the Creator and the Deliverer do. Mrs. Jones’s grief was the purpose I was created for. A symbol of happiness and warmth for some. Mine however was the symbol, the omen, of mourning.

The rest of us would enjoy this new experience. Upon my entry to the network, the mycelium would take me back home. We would share together our one purpose. Our one thrill. Bring the Creator more pride as we grew healthily for his next event. His next debut of silent death.

He’d be so happy at our continued success. Our continued story! Eternally for as long as the Creator continues. Eternally to him.

The song of us sung through me in celebration for the momentous occasion.

Down the road to my new home.

My creator told me about the monochrome.

The red, the red, the beautiful red,

I cannot wait for it to be in my bed!

The sounds that echo give me sight

Once I connect, it’ll make my future bright.

I cannot wait for it to be in my bed,

The red, the red, the beautiful red.

My creator told me about the monochrome,

Down the road at my new home.

Down the road to my new home.

My creator told me about the monochrome.

The red, the red, the beautiful red,

I cannot wait for it to be in my bed!

The sounds that echo give me sight

Once I connect, it’ll make my future bright.

I cannot wait for it to be in my bed,

The red, the red, the beautiful red.

My creator told me about the monochrome,

Down the road at my new home.