I love this! There is so much poetry going on in what seems to be a story of a magical instant of something so crudely ordinary as a stumble among humans that unravels several common ills of these times: walking like automatons without appreciating the beauty that surrounds everything, the self-absorption in problems, the not seeing oneself face to face, the indifference and ignorance of the other. And the voice comes from the plants, not from the humans who only mumble. A point of view devoid of negative judgment, it feels more like a shared responsibility when joking about:
But of course, we were all naive once