Humble flower — no magnate, president, or king, was ever appointed with such authority as thee. How many mighty souls have knelt in submission, before the grand estate, of your delicate blossoms? Kings will stop and bow down, to look upon the greater majesty, of a simple flower. The flower rules supreme, not by force, but through the victory of beauty. The flower's beauty goes not unrequited, as its lovers and attendants serve their glorious beloved.