I will never be more beautiful than today. My silky, pink petals dance in the breeze. My pearly parts will soon drop. They will flutter to the depths gloriously and harmoniously to be forgotten in time - and i will weep. Weep for those who will follow who too will weep on this day. The day before our destiny of becoming fat, red and ugly. I will be far from delicious without my dainty lobes and sweet sent that seduces the breeze. I must not focus on what is to come. No, no. Today is perfect, and I am perfect.