I am a flower with a imagination like wild fire. Like a flower at night, I am cold, hidden and guarded, but once the night has left me and I feel the warmth of day. I’m opened, so easily. So use your senses and sense me.See the wet drops of dew on my youthful feathers. Smell the flora of my sunflower petals. Hear the birds and bees who swarm and sing. See and touch my warm sun kissed spring. Don’t rush, I don’t mind. Please take your time, to taste my fresh, sweet honey. Isn’t it odd and kind of funny, how once you’ve had something natural and organically made, you no longer crave artificial, superficial things?