Midas had begun sensing the other lives around him, fellow plants reaching, begging for life from the sun. Slaves to life like he was. These fellow plants reminded Midas of his position in life, their existence so parallel to his, and yet he knew he was different from them.
They operated from pure survival instinct. He could think and plan. He was on his unique journey.
The more he looked at them the more he realised how fascinating this life was. These plants were not the types of plants he knew. He was not in some LA on Earth. He was definitely on an alien planet.
After realising that his experiences were going to be original, Midas kept an open mind, trying to absorb as much information as possible about his surroundings.