Flower replied, ‘Not my virus, not my problem.’

So on my walk today to the small waterfall
I came upon a red flower

I asked the flower, ‘What do you think of this virus floating around?’
Flower replied, ‘Not my virus, not my problem.’
Brusk
I thought.
The flower waited some seconds while I pondered its response and then said…
‘Look, it’s nice and quiet now and I like that.’

I walked on and the thought came to me that I had no idea that flowers could hear sounds.
Unless the flower meant it as some sort of metaphor.

But who can truly be certain of such things.