so if the birds were real, it stood to reason that paradise was real too. right?
brainstorming, i wasn't sure what to believe. the closest thing that resembled paradise was Bayou St. John and my beloved park across the street. but there were no birds of paradise to be found among the lush gardens in City Park, nor the peaceful waterway of Bayou St. John.
so, given the wild imagination i was blessed with, it was settled that the colorful flowers were on holiday at the florist shop and they promised to return to my beloved bayou and park when it was time to make their way home to paradise.