You find yourself standing before a plain painted with beauty by the delicate strokes of each individual petal held by millions of flowers. It's quite a sight. Almost every species of flower known stand before you...maybe even some that havent been discovered yet...who care's, you're no botanist.
Suddenly a strange chill comes over you as the wind rushes in to fill the empty air all around you. After a long day in the dreadful heat of summer, you welcome the feeling with gratitude. After whispering a short pray of thanks you turn to leave but something else catches your catches your attention. You look back to the flowering field an your heart skips a beat. The wind that came in had taken up billions of flower petals from the bed. You stand transfixed for who knows how long, watching the petals paint a supernatural mural in the sky about you reaching all the way up to the heavens. You come out of your amazed stature and something suddenly dawns on you. First of all you were drooling, you silly doofus you. Second you look down at the field once more to find a strangely jerking sight. All the flowers, that once had dawned the gowns of love and romance, now stood bare. They had given up everything right there. And they gave it to you.