I mean...flowers die.
And you either pay money for them
or rob your garden of its beauty.
They are a plant that comes out of the ground,
that has a particular smell,
and for some reason-
girls flutter over receiving them.
But, I must admit,
when I get them
I have a hard time denying that I feel special-
especially when they are unexpected!
Sniff. Drink it in. Smile.
Greet the day with a light heart.