Flowers often smell pleasant. In fact, the fragrance is a cordial invitation sent to interested parties, such as humming birds or honey bees, to show up for a house warming party.
Visitors after arrival in turn gently fondle the stamen of the plant. Of course, there is some nectar refreshment to go round. During this play, the bottle-shape stigma wide opens and receives the pollen to enter the style. Wow! We just similar to bees enjoy the enticing feast. As a good gesture, we give red roses on various occasions to our darlings. Wonder if by doing so, we are not insinuating?
Nature, before being scratched, bruised, injured and distorted by man, is, in fact, an art lover. She is in love with the shape of iris, with the color of morning flower, with the smell of hyacinth and the thorns on common thistle. Is that all?
Absolutely not. Nature has got other flowers, too. Thanks to thoughtful moviemakers, those who come up with entertaining series. Whether you call them soap operas or else. Let's be honest, young girls are another species of flowers.
Charming females, who have no chance to repeat life like regular followers, in Western societies, irrespective of remuneration aspect of the job, have learned that in no time their shapely figures will soon crumble. Their glistening irises, dry; their oval complexions, wrinkled. Their hands, veiny. And so on.
Young females in many parts of the world, in accordance with their cultures or rather their natural rights, are brimming with generosity. They believe that beauty is a gift bestowed upon them to be displayed and admired by viewers. They do not consider it immoral.
This act along with their love for music has surely contributed a lot to cool the tension in their societies. While in a vast area in Middle East, the men suffer from a vague tension as they are deprived from seeing women around. This lack of female presence naturally seeks alternatives or rather boys who have not yet broken their voice, while the same society publicly abhors homosexuals!
While worshiping, the all men worshippers are coordinated by a 10-12-year old boy who watches the ritual and synchronizes the body movements. Since the worshippers are not allowed to whisper a word of the prayer, they focus on the feminine voice of the pre-pubescent boy. Sometimes they get so enchanted that someone is required to kick him in the ribs to wake up and follow the exact rituals.
