Once upon a time, there was a garden where the flowers talked and told each other their adventures. Some were a little mischievous and not only spoke among themselves, but also addressed passersby:

The daisy, always curious, asked everyone who approached:

"Do you love me? Don't you love me?"

But she didn't expect an answer: she laughed to herself, as if she knew a secret that no one else could understand.

The carnation, proud and red, when the bees passed by, gave them orders like a general:

"Attention, ladies, all in line!" said the carnation.

And the bees laughed with buzzing laughter that made their petals tremble, while they danced in a zigzag pattern.

When night fell, the garden seemed to sleep, but in reality, it was always awake. When some flowers fell asleep, others awoke.

Lady of the Night didn't want the sun to wrinkle her petals, so she only opened them at night and kept them closed during the day to conserve their energy and beauty.

The Four O'Clock Flower did the same. Although he wasn't worried about wrinkles, he preferred to open his flowers at dusk and close them with the sun, but not before perfuming the night with his fragrance.

They conversed in whispers and said to the nocturnal pollinators, such as moths and bats:

"Friends, what a pleasure to share this silence with you! Come, come, sit and talk..."

They approached and then spoke very seriously about what they had heard during the day:

"Have you heard the news?" said the Four O'Clock Flower. "It seems the young roots are organizing a trip for the older ones because they don't want them to miss out on seeing the world."

Lady of the Night replied:

"Yes, I've heard something about it." It would be madness at that age…

“Don’t believe it, don’t believe it…” replied Dondiego.

“And what about the seeds that have decided to become beautiful butterflies to fly free around the world?” said Lady of the Night.

“There I agree with you! It’s a crazy idea, wanting to fly, with the world in such a bad state!” sighed Dondiego.

Meanwhile, the moths and bats continued pollinating, working diligently without paying much attention to the conversations.

The stars listened, fascinated, and sometimes twinkled with laughter.

When the sun awoke, everyone went to sleep, and then the cheerful murmur of the day-blooming flowers began, waking up joyful and boisterous.