A god once grew flowers, he watered them and stroked them. He changed the soil in the pot and fertilised them. He tended to their limbs with a very gentle scythe. He made the sun shine on them so that their beautiful colours could flow into the world and he made the stars come up when they grew tired.

This god cherished his flowers. They were his only friends. He loved them so much that he gave them small pieces of himself. To the rose he gave a piece of his heart. To the sunflower he gave a piece of his eyes. To the daffodil he gave a piece of his humour. To the orchid he gave a piece of his pride... to all his flowers he gave a piece until there was nothing left of him.

The flowers mourned their keeper, their friend. But they took solace in knowing that they each had a piece of him. To honour him the flowers took over where he left off. They asked the sun to come out and shine on the earth, they asked the rain to come down and play and they asked the moon and stars to shine and speak to them. They created life of their own. They gave the earth living things and the flowers watched over them.

And they still do.