speaking of roses

I'm on this new kick about the "spirit" of flowers, what they look like after they die and go to flower heaven. Very abstract and probably ridiculous, but fun. After communing with the spirits of roses i discovered that their dearest wish in life is to unfold absolutely flat. They are so tired of being folded like origami flowers all cramped into shape. And they all want to be pinkish, but people keep messing with them. They would rather be breasts. Here is "a rose by any other name". (I may have to work on this one!)