The vegetation on my planet.

On Earth, there are maybe a million varieties of growing things in the ground. Lots of these things are beautiful... They are called plants, but there are a just a few plants on my planet. First of all, there is a large lawn of grass under my window, and every sprig of grass is always well watered all the time, no matter what. It is always spring on my planet (there is one exception), and everything is always blooming. Nothing ever wilts. The flowers are forever and nothing will ever die. However, the most important thing on my planet is the field of wheat...

It is so golden... and it reminds me of the boy I love, because his hair is the color of the wheat, and it shakes so gently in the wind, just like his curls, and they are so shiny and perfect all the time, even though he shakes his head like the wheat in the wind and insists that his curls are ugly. But no plant on my planet is ever ugly... But he is on Earth and I am here, and it'd take him a lot of thought to get where I am now, but I hope he'll arrive soon.

And the simple starthistles, cornflowers... I nearly forgot about them. The light reflects onto them and shines like the light in the waves in the pool or the crystal ocean, maybe. They are so blue, that if there was pain on my planet, maybe it would hurt my eyes. They also sway in sync with the wheat... They are such nice flowers, and not weeds at all.

And the clovers pop up everywhere too, and the bees are always collecting their nectar.

When I am feeling lonely, as I often do on my planet, as it is usually dreadfully lonely, I lie in the wheat field, and it whispers my favorite songs to me, and I whisper them back, with nothing but their stalks touching my forehead and tickling my head.

There are two big trees on either side of my planet, and it's always cool and nice there, and the dirt under it never gets on clothes, and instead it resembles cold porridge instead of the rotting dirt on Earth. There is a blanket under the one on the Western hemisphere, and a swing on the branch of the other.