Each of us exist in our own moments,
just like a star we have one thing;
that is to shine.

When you become old,
grey and withered;
I’d still display you in a vase.

Can I be yellow and full of large petals and sun like you???

Imagine yourself in the soil... that’s where you start, where you’re born.
After you must grow, blossom and bloom, then wilt.
This is your life, each day something new. First you must learn to survive before you start.

I want to kiss your lips and taste the pollen,
your care and love for nature is shown.

Everyone is a flower in the rarest form.
Men, women, and my beautiful others, I love your specimen.
It’s rare.
It’s you.
Thank you.

I love you, even though at times you are the **** in my garden.