Light And Love; Flowers And Flesh.

**_ Wherever there is light, the flowers will find it. Their petals, delicate and colorful, stretch toward the sun in a graceful dance of survival. Even when shadows loom and clouds gather thick overhead, the flowers wait patiently, confident the light will return. Hope rooted deep in their soil, they whisper to each other promises of brighter days.

In the same fashion, wherever there is love, the people will find it. They instinctively reach toward it, drawn by its warmth and comfort. Their hearts, like petals, open wide, eager to bask in the glow of affection and connection. Even when life casts its shadows and storms rage, the people hold onto hope, believing that love will reappear. They whisper their dreams and fears, woven with trust and understanding. Love, much like the sunlight, illuminates even the darkest corners, giving color and life to the mundane. Just like with flowers, warmth will make people beautiful, and the absence of such will make them wither._**