I am a flower.Yes, I'm beautiful. I've heard it before and it never grows old.I'm worshiped for my looks, my scent, my looks.But here's the thing. Life starts with me.You see I feed people. Every fruit comes from me.Every potato. Me.Every kernel of corn. Me. Every grain of rice. Me.Me, me, me, I know. But it's true.And sometimes I feed their souls.I am their words when they have none.I say “I love you,” without a sound. “I'm sorry,” without a voice.I inspire the greatest of them.Painters, poets, pattern makers. I've been a muse to them all.But in my experience, people underestimate the power of a pretty little flower.Because their life does start with me and it could end without me.
