Image credits: Teerayut Hiruntaraporn
What would have happened if this ground remained as a military base as it was formerly? You’d probably hear voices of ammunitions and blood even today. But we have erased the last trace of war from the very air around here; we, the teeny, tiny blooms. We have made this part of the planet a floral paradise.
I am Baby Blue Eyes of the Boraginaceae plant family, dwelling in this Hitachi Seaside Park in Japan. If you wish to see me come between April and the early week of May when I lol with four and a half million of my sisters and brothers stretching over 190 hectares, seeing the humans’ futile attempt to take a ‘person free landscape photo’. I have heard them say, ‘Anyway we’ll photoshop them out of here, later.’ Do the tourists from all over the world flock to see how we blend the ground and the spring sky! They gasp, ‘Surreal!’ The Japanese call this, ‘Nemophila Harmony’. Nemophila, is another name for us. But what’s in a name?
No, I am gravely mistaken. Doesn’t the name Hiroshima or Nagasaki send chill down your spine? Fukushima? And Chernobyl? I hear Chernobyl has a happy ending? People say, trees have taken over. Researchers have seen brown bears, lynxes, European bison, boar and Przewalski’s horses are thriving there. Hurrah for biodiversity! Sorry to say but it is an unexpected side effect of evacuating people from the area.
Image: Proyecto TREE/Sergey Gaschack
However I love humans. All the world is my family. If you give me a little space in your garden I assure you I won’t harm a single plant. I’d rather create a sky drop on your green spot. I look quite pretty as a hanging plant as well as a potted one. If you decide to have me in your home I’ll snuggle into your heart. My promise.
(307 Words)
Posted for Telling Tales with Magaly Guerrero : a Pantry of Prose, #4 ~ From the Point of View of Trees @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
I love Baby Blue eyes awareness, the way she has so much fun with other living things, how all she asks for a some space, the chance to be…
Also, I stared at the image in awe—Stunning!
A healer! All the names certainly ring terror into this heart. I didn’t know the animals around Chernobyl were their original colors again. I intend to give Baby Blue Eyes space in my garden–under the Catalpa tree. I thoroughly enjoyed this. No matter which plants speak, they teach!
Nature will always find a way, with or without us. I do love that Baby Blue Eyes seems to be rooting for us to change our ways.
This is lovely in so many ways. The fields in Japan are amazing. And you make a good point about removing people from the landscape. Maybe that is how the earth will heal itself one day.
Ah baby blue eyes issues a dare. Dare we accept beauty and bountiful delight
Happy Sunday Sumana. I have linked in at #11
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That photo is gorgeous. Beauty grows in unexpected places. It is frightening to think about the aftermath of war. Who will survive and what transformation will take place? Mother earth has a way of healing but, how many human lives will be lost?
Nature always finds a way. Beautiful.
I love all the wise and whimsical layers in this. Very nicely done!
Beautiful, there is hope for the world after all, with examples of mass killing and who can recover quickest! Almost certainly it won’t be mankind!
Sweet Baby Blue Eyes, don’t spare a thought for those humans. They are not your friends! Take consolation in the thought that, with luck, the chances are that you are yours will survive them.
Your story made me smile with tourists flocking and want to capture the landscape without people in them. So, typical of me. 😀 But on a serious note, it’s good to hear… “I hear Chernobyl has a happy ending? People say, trees have taken over.” That was a terrible event, and hooray indeed, for biodiversity. Brilliant story!
This was charming Sumana, I really enjoyed it!
I’m convinced. There’s a spot in my yard not yet devoured by squash and mint. 🙂 This was an adorable story.
There is nothing better than a place without humans for flowers and trees… that’s why I think we will be the losers in the end… nature always come back
Nothing more beautiful than the freedom to bloom. Love this piece. May we humans create more blooming/wildlife space intentionally and not by our horrendous errors.