Flowers are lovely. Creatures come to settle in. The flower calls, and the world answers.
It’s the same with the stalk. Those seeds aren’t going to be spread on their own!
It’s all a recreation of the sun, not as a star but as a source of life. “Colour!” say the flowers, meaning “Light!”, meaning “Life!”, and not meaning “I’m keeping, because this is a war.”
This is not a war.