Talk

I love it when it’s like this.

I knew you were sceptical. Riding the flowers.

Hoovering the leaves.

I know this is what we need. Our own language.

Grow, grow big as trees. First, we must sew the seed. Don’t pull at the weeds. Grass disagrees.

Hovering bees.

Humans scream and flee. Planes engines screams.

Go back inside.

Spin again.