And it never grows old. i m worshiped from my lovers my scent my looks but here s the thing. life starts with me. you see i feed. every fruit comes from me. everybody taito me every kernel of corn me every grain of rice me me me me i know but it s true. and sometimes i feed their souls. i am their words when they have none i say i love you without a sound. i m sorry without a voice. i inspired the greatest of them painters poets pattern makers i ve been amused to them all. but in my ....