As I walked behind her I notice something in her foot prints.
Flowers were spouting from the dirt road within the shape her shoes have left.
She turned to look at me and saw me staring at the ground.
“Huh?— Woah! Why are there flowers in my foot prints?” She walked in circles, watching the flowers spring up.
“Why, ya got flower steps.” I replied simply.
“Flower steps, huh?” She pondered.