Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful;

Host: The café was bathed in a soft glow of late afternoon light, the world outside growing dimmer as the evening settled in. The quiet murmur of voices blended with the occasional clink of cups and the low hum of the city. Inside, Jack and Jeeny sat together, each absorbed in their own thoughts. The air between them was comfortable, yet there was an unspoken curiosity hanging in the stillness.

Jeeny, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her cup, spoke first, her voice soft but thoughtful.

Jeeny: “I came across a quote by Luther Burbank today. He said, ‘Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.’ What do you think about that?”

Jack: He raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk forming on his lips as he considered her words. “Flowers, huh? Sounds like something you’d read on a greeting card. Medicine for the soul? Seems like a bit of an exaggeration. I mean, they’re nice, but can something as simple as a flower really have that much of an impact?”

Host: The café, once filled with the sound of the outside world, seemed to grow quieter, the rhythm of their conversation taking center stage. Jeeny’s gaze remained steady on Jack, her voice calm and unshaken.

Jeeny: “I think there’s truth in it, Jack. Flowers, simple as they may seem, have a unique way of connecting us to the present moment. They’re living, vibrant, and natural. When you see a flower, it’s hard not to feel some kind of joy or peace. They remind us of beauty, of growth, of life. And that, in itself, can lift our spirits.”

Jack: He sat back, looking more thoughtful, but still a bit skeptical. “I get that flowers are pleasant to look at, but how do they actually make us better or more helpful? What’s the connection between a flower and the way we treat others, or how we feel?”

Jeeny: “It’s about the effect they have on us. Flowers are a reminder to appreciate the small things, the simple joys. They don’t ask for anything in return. They’re pure, and in their presence, we can’t help but feel a little more open, a little more connected. That’s the medicine for the soul. When you’re feeling stressed, sad, or overwhelmed, a flower can ground you. It can help you pause, take a breath, and just be.”

Jack: He thought for a moment, his fingers tapping against the side of his cup. “So, flowers bring us peace—that’s what you’re saying? But is it just about the look of them, or is there something deeper there?”

Jeeny: “It’s not just about how they look—it’s the way they make us feel. They’re a symbol of hope and life. They remind us that even in the harshest of conditions, something beautiful can grow. That’s powerful, Jack. Flowers uplift us, even when we don’t realize it. They bring a little warmth into a cold world, a little light into a dark room.”

Host: The café, filled with a gentle warmth, seemed to absorb their words, leaving behind a quiet understanding. Jack’s usual cynicism had softened, and Jeeny’s perspective had begun to plant a new idea in his mind—one that saw flowers not just as decorative objects, but as symbols of something deeper. A simple presence, offering something more than just aesthetic pleasure—a kind of calm and healing for the soul.

Jack: “I guess I never thought of flowers that way. It’s not just about their beauty. It’s about the way they make us feel, the way they remind us that there’s still good in the world. Maybe I’ve been overlooking how much small things, like flowers, can have an impact.”

Jeeny: She smiled, her expression softening with the quiet recognition that Jack had understood. “Sometimes, it’s the simple things that have the greatest impact on our hearts. Flowers, sunshine, a kind word—those things bring out the best in us. They remind us that life isn’t just about the big accomplishments, but about finding joy in the smallest, most unexpected places.”

Host: As the evening light deepened and the rain had softened to a gentle mist outside, Jack and Jeeny sat in shared silence, each of them carrying the quiet realization that sometimes, the most profound changes come not from grand gestures, but from the simple, unexpected moments of beauty and peace. The flowers, in all their delicate presence, had served as a reminder—true healing often comes in the form of small, quiet things that make the soul feel lighter, even for just a moment.