Do plants thank the clouds for rain? For their self-sacrifice, and selfless choice, to diminish themselves to let the other thrive? For the strangling and decomposing of the very essence that makes their matter, So that a plant could use it to flourish.
We walk through a garden of flowers, but fail to realise the pain behind the beauty, the death behind the result. Do plants thank the clouds for rain? Do plants thank the clouds for not their tears, but blood? And for the decision not to live again? Do plants thank the clouds?