The roof of my mouth, like a garden.

Out of the gum-soil my teeth grow like pretty white flowers.

My veins are like roots, sending signals to each-other.

I remember to water my teeth often - they must stay hydrated!

Every year I get happy when the anemones pop their little white heads out of the black soil again. They are very special to me, so they always bloom in my garden and in my heart (all year long)