“Earth supplies us with what we need- what is destined to be apart of our lives. Her natural wonders fill the surroundings with beauty in all forms; she is the perfect architect. Crafting marvelous structures one would only believe existed if seen with ones own eyes. She tinkers with the smallest of crafts, detailing life down to a cell.
Stems from the ground; social packs, support one another through the roots. Falling pedals and seed add to life around them- you, the perfect comparison to these beings. Every species has an attribute to you’re being.
Roses; valiant and vivid, such as a room’s mood turning once you walk through doors. Such as you’re demeanor when striking up a talk about a matter that intrigues you. Well known; same with that smile and name of yours, how could one not know about you? Why would anyone want to live a life without one memory without you in it?
Forget me nots; one could see where this comparison is going. How could I forget you- not. Memories; late night conversations and holding you in my hand; like the bundle of sprouts I’d carry around; I’ll carry those in my heart for a prolonged time.
Baby’s breath- little, white, minor flowers; usually paired with others, but nonetheless, beautiful on their own. You, little is physique, yes, but not intellect. Nor minor; you don’t need to be paired to be noticed, you yourself are secure, in your abilities and who you are as a soul. Character and personality bundled into one; you could fill a vase yourself without sharing the room.
Cattails; not a traditional flower but can be found at flower boutiques along the street. Sturdy and packed tightly; passions, secrets, and emotions packed into you. With enough pressure that packing can be ruptured; seeds bleeding out into the wind. Pressure isn’t always needed for your secrets to become known; just the right listening ear can keep all your secrets for you; keep them safe in order for you to grow, but take that weight off your shoulders. You can’t bloom in an environment not suited for your being. (1/2) apparently this is too long for Instagram,
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