So there's this flower.
It's potential is coveted by the masses.
What the eyes first realize
was far inferior to the thoughts and emotions gated by its petals, sculptured by gods.
Those petals welcome you to a place of comfort.
T'is easy to get lost in the peaceful storm that lies in her stem's leaves.
The wind blowing against the flower creates melodies cable of calming the loudest of cries.
The whispers that come from this flower turn the stablest of men into animals.
Oh, but to come in contact with a flower like this is rare. cherish it.
My nose has been blessed to rest upon it.
living off of the air that comes off of it.
For I could not live without everything that this flower exhales.
it's pleasing to the emotions, to one's mental, and to the hormones.
upon a finger's touch the entire body goes into shock.
Flowers like this don't bloom often.
A dormant seed is sprouted during the summer.
As the year progresses, it takes the form of something that the human eye has never seen.
One can only infer that it's that time of year.