"Oh, look at you. Budding and growing up strong. A fine Sunflower you'll be, I don't have any doubts about that. — Oh, my apologies, Mr. Sunflower, the Rose Bushes are calling me. Ta ta! — Why, hello Rose Bushes. It certainly has been a while since our last conversation. How are the saplings? Oh, how delightful! You must be a proud bunch. Not many bushes can take care of so many little ones. Well, this chat has been pleasant, we should catch up again sometime soon. I need to make my way to check on the Cherry Tree. Oh, thank you for caring, but no, Cherry Tree is doing fine. I'll tell her you said hi, though. — Miss Cherry Tree! Yoohoo! You are looking just as pretty as ever, Cherry Tree. I must say, how do you make those cherries look so fine? I jest, I jest. — By the by, Miss Cherry Tree, the Rose Bushes say hi. Yes, they were worried about you. Sometimes, I confess, I worry too. You isolate yourself from the others by being here. Yes I know, you prefer your solitary placement. But I assure you, it's perfectly fine, I have enough bits to transplant you. No? Okay, as you wish, Miss Cherry Tree. — Ah, thank you for letting me rest under your branches. You always have the warmest embrace. — Ah... What's that!? Do you see that, Miss Cherry Tree? The sky is alight! It looks spectacular! Like celestial flora, weaving and spreading throughout the sky. Gasp! I just had a terrible thought, Miss Cherry Tree. I've got to run, terrible sorry. — Mr. Sunflower! Are you alright? I just had this terrible, horrendous, thought. You are alright, right? Oh...right. It's night time, my apologies for waking you up, Mr. Sunflower. I must've been under Miss Cherry Tree for longer than I thought. Anyhoo, the reason for my coming here is that...the sky...the sky is on fire. Yes, Mr. Sunflower, on fire. At least, I think it's on fire. I came to you because you were named after the sun, I thought perhaps you might know what this all meant. Describe it? Oh, I can describe it. Let's see here... — Imagine Old Missus Wisteria's flowers...oh, that's right. She was before your time. Terrible sorry. Let's see, then... — Dandelions, those pesky varmints. Yes, imagine them. Swirls of their yellow fluff, combined with fire, swirling around the night sky. No, Mr. Sunflower, there are more than one. Yes. More than one. Oh. Oh well. Thank you for your time, Mr. Sunflower. I will leave you to your rest now, an terrible sorry for that rude awakening. Yes, yes. Have a good night. — Ah, it looks like I found myself over to you, Missus Wisteria. It's been a long while since you've passed. The garden doesn't feel the same without you. You wouldn't mind if I leaned against your stump, would you? Thank you. — You know, Equus is up to something tonight. Flowers flying on celestial wings. It's certainly a sight to behold. I'm sure you would've loved them, Missus Wisteria. — I just had a thought, perhaps, maybe, just perhaps, that that's you up there. Watching down on all of us. Or perhaps it's you finally finding your freedom to dance. I remember those dances clearly, how majestic you were with your abundant branches on a windy day. They certainly were a sight to behold. Well, if that's you up there, know that I'm watching. Always."