Question

Give me a simple autobiography of a flower

Answer 1

Answer:

When I woke up for the first time, I was a little flower-bud on a gentle tendril of a shrub in the jungle. I didn’t know that this place was called jungle until the bee had told me. Well, I did not know a lot of things back then; I was only a little bud on a gentle tendril of a shrub. When I first opened my eyes, I saw all sorts of trees – lush and green – tall and short, shrubs and grasses, ferns and flowers all around me. I saw mosses that grew in the damp. I liked the place where I was born – the jungle, as the bee called it!