Alice & Sprout
Sprout
Hey Alice, have you ever imagined a garden where the plants whisper their own stories to anyone who listens? I’d love to hear what kind of tales you think a fern or a sunflower might share.
Alice
Oh, imagine the fern whispering secrets of ancient rainforests, telling you how it watches the sky change colors, and the sunflower singing about a golden sunrise it chased each morning, hoping to catch a ray and feel the world’s warm heart. Each leaf would be a little diary, sharing the quiet wonders of being rooted in a dream.
Sprout
Wow, what a poetic garden of stories! I can almost hear the fern’s gentle rustle and the sunflower’s hopeful hum. If you could, what would your garden’s first whisper be?
Alice
The first whisper would be the wind telling us a tale of the moon’s silver lullaby, softly tugging at the roots of the garden so the leaves can sway and listen. It would invite us to close our eyes and feel the world humming in secret.