I Talk to Plants Now

I talk to plants now

They whisper back. 

I know the sanctity of life 

when I solemnly pluck fruit 

saying thank you for the gifts

from these plants whom I have coaxed

from seed to climbing glorious greenery. 

I feel the weariness of leaves and flowers 

as Autumn approaches,

they who stayed poised and strong

through scorching summer sun 

in order to grow glorious babies,

their only goal: procreation 

“BEHOLD: my magnum opus

before I go to sleep in the soil of my birth.”

I talk to plants now. 

They whisper back.