Softly I move through green leaves and flowers, listening to the living speak. I hear their whispers as they tell me what I need to know. It's comforting to listen to these many plants in the silence of the greenhouse. Some are natural, some are my own creations. All are precious. All are as alive as you or me. All deserve respect, my caring hands and the sound of my voice as they whisper "Kyrano" to me. A touch of water here, a sprinkle of fertilizer there. They tell me what they need. I listen, I watch, and I learn.