a woman in love with herself who compares herself with a flower.

-petal-picket fences-

I arose as a flower in a field.

where children danced and bees buzzed.

O, o, o, let the pollen brighten my cheeks

and the sun rise me above, pulling me way, way, way

into winds-

let my soon-to-be's in your circle of petal-picket fences.

I know my roots and these winds won't take me away!

Swooosh!

My leaves won't leave!

I'm having a sugar-rush as soon as I blush.

I tell the bees, if please, they could let him

know I would dicot without him.

I've got great connections,

I know how to get dirty and still look like I do.

I want you to pollinate me.