something red." one visitor of the garden noticed.
even put their waste into the bin." snorted the second.
"It has no
adequate surrounding here." the botanist declared.
have to be replanted." considered the gardener. "If it will be cultured, ..."
could be possibly sold well." the merchant continued.
defective as it is, it would not have the slightest chance on the market." the
marketing expert averted.
aren't all the same. This one however misses leaves on one side of the stalk."
the teacher specified.
it is distorted." the doctor diagnosed.
pity." the melancholic whispered compassionately.
garden!" the critic complained. "It simply has to be eradicated as it is
disturbing the ensemble."
ugly." the aesthete agreed.
"It has a
right to be protected and sustained." the representative of the minorities
it is an entirely natural species!" the ecologist got excited.
"It is that
beautiful!" the enthusiast aspirated deeply moved.
"So what? -
We have hundreds of those on our barnyard." the farmer meant contemptuously.
said nothing. She jumped into the low brushes and kicked at it. But it
straightened up, inspired a musician to compose a melody, a painter to limn a
immortalize its beauty by carving it out of stone!" the sculptor ardently
searching waited until all noise vanished. Then she spoke to herself: "It keeps
a secret. I will fathom it." She sat down in front of it to meditate devotionally.
passed by, felt amazed. She drew near, curiously, carefully avoiding to
disturb and amused about the intense gaze on a hidden something on the
said then, recognizing it, without moving her lips. "You are flower."
opened and smiled just the same way: "You are woman."
searching rose after breathing deeply and said to the woman: "The bud opened
because I was patient." After that she left to look for a new object for her
flower from now on lived its life by virtue of the woman's words. The woman
lived hers by those of the flower.