Floral Testimonies

peony there how lonesome you look might I aid you in your journey of vicissitudes with a minuscule of montage of stories of your forefathers dandelion here enlighten me with your journey the wind rewrote your itinerary did it not? did the wind withhold the truth of your final destination ? Blackeyed Susan's freshly plucked nestled and tucked to live as part of art deco I can see you're content you bloom shades your past never could imagine you audaciously boast for it was not easy to trend with serenity where it demanded utter ferocity under the guise of survival to meet the graceful yet doleful water to gaze upon the regal yet generous sun now you say I have earned this privilege and I shall enjoy it without abashment