Gentle petals flow softly around an unseen core. Their perfect circumfluence astounds me, as so does its brilliant color.

The hue appears a whirlpool of blood, that, if parted, a small area of black, dry ground can be viewed.


Who knew an entity of such exquisite beauty could conceal such ugliness in its depths of soft, inconspicuous petals.

Its aroma is that of heaven: sweet, yet bitter and crisp as an autumn wind, signifying winter on its hasty approach.

Your scent wafts pleasantly in the warm summer breeze, the affect slightly lulling.

In the cool, wet mornings in late spring, your soft version of leaves we call petals are dappled with tiny beads of icy dew. It shimmers slightly as it catches the daybreak sunlight.

Yet, who knew that an entity of such exquisite beauty could conceal such ugliness in the depths of its soft, inconspicuous petals.