In the silent growth of roots and leaves,
A secret language, the garden weaves.
Whispers through the soil and air,
Messages that plants do share.
When danger nears, they signal ‘beware,’
With chemicals released with utmost care.
A leafy network, unseen but there,
Uniting flora in a silent prayer.
So next time you pass by a tree or a fern,
Remember the conversations that we cannot discern.
In every rustle, in every sway,
Plants are talking, in their own special way.