It was absolutely gorgeous- The view was just breath taking. The vast field was covered in a blanket of white, large blossoms, that now drooped a bit due to the un-proportional size of the heads.
They mimicked the appearance of carnations, but held all the elegance and beauty of a loving red rose; They smelled just as sweet, too.
At a first glance a tourist would only see the beauty and warmth the flowers brought. But, One person, and one person alone, truly felt the pain and the flames that once scorched the now perfect plain. When a native saw it though, they may scoff at the single tall plant that sat in the middle of the group.
It stretched it's neck up high, using it's 'face' to suck in and grab as much sunlight as it could.
They may say, "How dare that nauseatingly bright, and vivid flower draw away the attention from the softer, more delicate ones?"
Or, "How dare that obnoxiously large plant steal the falling rays of sunshine from the others? It's abhorring, even for a plant."
Maybe even, "How dare it be so unique, and different?"
Somehow I, on the other hand, found the out of place flower at home, where it belonged. When the others thought the much larger plant over powering, almost intimidating, i saw it's inner beauty.
I appreciate the fact the bright colours allowed your eyes to travel toward the shorted ones, in a cooling manner. When you were done admiring the one, you had time to admire the others.
In an odd way, the small flowers complimented the height of the other in brilliantly.

I inhaled deep, smelling the sweet perfume. As i leaned back against a warm chest, i laced my hand with the one that sat atop my knees.
Releasing a sigh of contentment, i heard Ivan speak.

"Peonies and flowers-perfect match, дa?"

I couldn't help but smile to myself as i relaxed into my lover.
Perfect was an understatement.