"Do you think the sun rises to impress us?" murmured the dandelion, defying both gravity and wisdom.
"Impress? No. Spite, perhaps," replied the rose, her petals rolling their eyes in bloom.
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"What if we wished for gravity?" asked the tulip, now suspended in existential doubt.
"A wish garden needs no ground," scoffed the ivy, spiraling upward and indifferent.
Wander Untraveled Paths