Colour.
Monochrome.
Helianthus. Lia for short. That was the name my human gave me. It's what he calls me whenever I wake up at his side, sit to eat with him, or go for a walk through my field. I like it. The trees do too, and they sway happily in the wind at my news. I am enjoying my life for this moment, and I enjoy it for my love. It is an odd word to spill, but I find myself using it anyways. Nothing else can describe him as perfectly.
Is this feeling something that only the humans can feel?
