Flowers Rarely Get Political

​As a flower-oriented photographer, it has been rare that I see them get political. However, in the last few days, regardless where I go on earth, they are (and so it seems, so are their relatives: Trees and Rocks…) voicing their concerns about human government issues.
Why just the other day, in manual mode, shutter wide open, focusing deeply on the berries of Bella Donna, I overheard her cry. She was tearful but also infuriated with the latest UN report. As if in a state of rigor mortis, her berries began to drop as I was zooming in. My tears joined hers. I could not see any more. After near begging her for mercy and making an offering, I moved on.
I sat in front of a group of Asters, Black-eyed Susie’s, and a plethora of Queen Ann’s lace, all of them surrounded by small circles of Golden rod.  I almost had to put in ear plugs as they were sharply disturbed and making barely audible cackling sounds amongst themselves—near bickering about details--also of the same report.
 
I could barely believe my ears, but did--to hear them shout, “Revolution, we do not want to be destroyed!”
I rolled over and lay on my belly. Suddenly the earth beneath me began to rumble and slightly quake.  More tears rolling, I stretched out my arms to intently embrace and hear her. The winds picked up and leaves of the Oak, Pine, Cedar and local 400 million year old glacial rock all began to shout in unison too, “We will not stand for this—humans are just so greedy and things must change to protect us all”.
Dare I reach for my camera or better a video camera, I was beset with trembling fear and sensed  little reason could persuade humans in charge—as they may at all cost only want to protect their assets, and careless about fellow inhabitants who would suffer from too much pollution.
After cautious deliberation and using almost a full roll of toilet paper to wipe my eyes, I took out my camera. I focused on what was immediately round me and felt like I was about to photograph what were the representatives of flowers around the world.  Because it is a digital camera I was able to see the results immediately.
Nearly blown away, after 148 exposures, every single one looked like a movie in a still photo and more than that, the perspectives in each photo were not what I was seeing in the view finder. Instead, what appeared afar were now up-close and vice versa and more than that... Overall, even though it was a sunny day, all 148 pictures showed an overcast day. Albeit each flower before me looked healthy and robust, nearly all appeared wilted and prematurely plucked.
With no toilet paper or even a hanky for my eyes and tears flowing like a waterfall, I ran home. When I go there, there was a note on my door with a message from the famous florist delivery service and a lone flower carefully wrapped. The note said, “No longer can we serve”