My name is a purple flower smiling at the sunshine and dancing with the wind. It smells of a new book, opened wide, just waiting for someone to come and read of its mysteries. It tastes of crème brulée and chocolate. My name is Heather.

My name is like dipping your anger in a purple rainbow, and painting a scene of forgiveness. It is as beautiful as newly fallen snow. It is a sweet embrace of a new life, a sweet embrace to an old friend, a sweet embrace of things that are yet to come. My name is the sparkling gateway to a perfect beginning and a great future.

My name brings happiness to the bumblebee in the springtime. It is as colorful as a sunset over an ocean’s horizon. It is a drop of rain glistening in the sun. My name is a calm wave splashing against the soft sand.

It is as sweet as a baby’s coo, and as gentle as the midnight’s breeze. My name brightens up the darkest room, and radiates joy to the mourning widow. It shows love to the forgotten, joy to the depressed and mercy to the criminal.

            My name is a purple flower smiling at the sunshine and dancing with the wind. 

My name is Heather, and though some people think it means only a flower, they are wrong, it means so much more than that.