The world is a garden of flowers that God created in his own image , everyday a new seedling is planted into the world , given warmth and all the goodies of life. After being placed in this wicked world , the flower losses its original colour , it adjusts to a new way of life and adopts a nauseating smell instead of fragrance. It forgets its purpose and creator.
Everyday a flower is born, it withers and shades off its beauty . The flower becomes as wicked as the world lives in. As wicked as the world, it ceases to be a flower.