As I lifted my head, I saw the wind whispering at the elegant flowers and telling them to swing softly and gently.  The flowers were purple and as a whole unit, they stood there strong and firm.  I wondered who took care of them and made them look so alive.  They shared the same land and helped each other grow like we do as a human society.  The Lavenders looked so neat and tidy in a row.  Their parents must have treated them as if they were their own children.  Their parents were the ones who made them so proud and pleasant.