A garden in the middle of the street

Nyoom *swerves purposely to hit each flower*

I would get in a car accident trying to avoid them

Well that totally fixes the problem

Yellow flower's diary
Day 1 out in the battlefield. I do not know why humans purposely planted us here; do they actually want us to go through this anguish? There is no chance I will be able to avoid death for another day. I have yet to find a purpose for why the humans have decided to make our homes in this valley of death.
Day 2. My nearest neighbors, red flower and blue flower, have been trampled by a truck. Physical anguish is torment enough but watching my neighbors die futilly is even more heartwrenching. Somebody save me and uproot me from this concrete pavement, on which scattered cars lay waste to flowers.
Day 3. I no longer know how long I can keep this up. 80 percent of my neignbors are already dead.
Day 4. I struggle to write this as I am nearly dead; a car has droven directly above me and I am now closer to seeing my deceased brothers. The concrete is scattered with the remains of dead flowers. I say a last goodbye to this cold, evil world.

Some people in my town planted trees in the potholes to prove a point. A few weeks later they were fixed =D