Chrysanthemum

The chrysanthemum was a lovely species of dendranthema grandiflora. It's favorite season, of course, was spring; for, the acoustics of the wind and the vibrations of pollinating insects keptife exciting. Not only was this equinox beautiful, it was desirable because the once housebound human reappeared-whistling on a walk, playing with laughing children in the park and sitting close by on the green grass with a bounteous feast of varied treats packed in a picnic basket. The smell is something I've dreadfully missed, as it seemed to bankrupt me of the knowledge that I was but a flower and could not enjoy the delightful tastes.

That biographical sketch was life then, when the wind blew me back and forth and the human took the time to observe my beauty and when bouquets were created for parties-a time when my friends and I could feel useful to society. All has changed now. Life used to teems with busy activity, yet now all of the humans are in hiding. There is no one to marvel at my fine lines and inquisitive nature. The epidemic has taken away our value and it is as though I shall never be the same.