A whorl of petals.....surrounded by sepals...

Bound to thalamus through pedicels...

This makes us...you call us flowers!!!

Our plant parent is very thoughtful...

It took lots of processing to make us pretty colorful....

After a hard time.. we emerge bright and beautiful.....

You just pluck us.. separating from our parent.. Isn't it sorrowful????


In spite of your arrogance.....

We spread a good fragrance......

It shows our level of tolerance.....

You insert sharp needles into our heart......

In seconds dissecting our...