As day turned to night and night to day. we just simply were obsessed with beauty of nature. we were connected to the veins and the deep generations towards the pedals. the colors, the different capacity. the contrasting flame that caught people's eyes. although, slowly realizing the reality of mothers nature creation. we were destroying every bit it. we simply attacked every blooming flower. picking it up, ripping it apart from their purified veins and letting us be selfish. while the flower laid, and lost all the beauty.