(and the years flow by, fast as light and slow as thought)
(and the creatures of the forest burrow beneath me and climb upon me)
(and my needles are food and shelter to the smallest of them)
(and the rumble of machinery draws nearer, a toxic breeze)
(the two-footed ones the long-haired ones they live with me so I do not die)
(and I walk like the two-footed ones and the blue light surrounds me)
… what exactly are you wearing?
I look (not exactly, but humanoid intelligence brings humanoid idiom) down at myself. It’s known as tie-dye, I ‘say’. I like it.
It is hardly normal attire for a Plant.
I look at the Sunflower Official in his pinstripe suit, and decide not to comment. It’s what they wore – the ones who protected me. I wear it in honour of them.
I suppose that makes sense, the SO grudgingly allows. Now, to business. We would like to give you Headship of a Division in the Department of Mary-Sues. You understand?
The Wisteria has explained everything, I confirm. Not that that means I understand everything – I’m a Tree, and a high-speed Flower like the Wisteria (it enjoys jogging, if you can credit it) is a bit much for me.
Excellent. Now, we have a few possibilities – Sherlock Holmes, Star Trek, an up-and-coming thing called ‘Anime’ – but I think-
Did you say… stars? I ask. I always was fond of stars. And trekking is something I know a great deal about.
No, Star Trek is… The SO pauses for thought. It’s set in space. It was written in the Real World’s 1960s, so it-
Then I will take it, I say firmly. I am fond also of the 1960s.
The SO ‘looks’ at me for a long time, then shakes his blossom. You really are a hippie, aren’t you? he says in despair. I have no lips, but I smile inside.
Yes, I am. I’m the Hippie Sequoia.