My inner flower is a special one:
It is multicoloured and smells like heaven,
It is soft and gentle to the touch,
It lights me up from the inside.
When my flower blooms
No one can ignore it
As it sprouts and buds through the air.
Each of us has a flower of their own;
Take good care of your flower.
Valery is dancing, caressing and breathing in the power of the blossoms.
The net on her face symoolizes the difficulties we face when trying to inspire our flowers or touch others.