Tim H

I am a delicate flower. I am an exquisite creation, a true masterpiece, a glorious work of art. I am all these things, and yet much, much more. I am a plant. My earthy roots stretch on and outwards, abosrbing nutrients from all things around me. I am also a flora, radiating aromatic perfection, tickling the senses of all those near me, blessing all with my magnificent scent. I am a budding blossom, a tenacious tendril, a fabulous flower. The bees and the bugs flood to me, for they simply cannot soak up enough of the radiant radiance radiating from myself, my stem, my entire being. When I am bloom, there are some that compare me to the divine, the springtime air slowly rippling my petals, my leaves sway vicariously in the breeze, and it is then that I am fully aware, fully awaken to the truth. This self-evident truth. I am a flower, a beautiful, wonderful, flawless flower.

All Photography Credits to Tatiana Gerus