Flower Masters: Freedom

Last night there was an orgy at my house.  Friends from the past came to call and then barged right in shouting, "Let's party!"  They started throwing around pinks and yellows, and one of them tossed purple all over the place while another blew a flute that shot green out in great billowing clouds.  


They danced and sang till way past my bedtime so I finally gave up and left them cavorting about.  But, before I dropped off to sleep completely, someone leaned over and whispered in my ear, "We're your flower masters.  Pay attention!"


On my pillow this morning, I found this "freedom flower."