We water the seeds in our heads,
So that the flowers can grow there,
Because we love the beauty of blooming,
Sometimes we love beauty so much that we tear one from our garden and give it to someone important to us,
Some put them in water and nurture them gently,
Others throw them away or let them wither,
Some also give a flower in return,
Others do not return a flower,
It can be one of the greatest proofs of love,
But it can also be one of the most painful experiences,
remembrance and appreciation to Mac miller´s song (Wings)