The fake flowerstays colorful all year round. You could say it keeps a good steady image, but it's never really living.
The real flower - it must endure the pain and cold of winter, because
this is part of life. It patiently waits for spring to come wake it up
again. Then it blooms, it breathes, it drinks the sunlight. It
experiences feelings a fake flower can never have. The real joy of being
alive, and being yourself.