Flowers

On the moon, I saw a flower bloom like the sun rising too soon. 
I went zooming to another moon that looked like a cake. 
On that moon there was a beautiful smell, the smell swelled out of a well. 
It was so sweet that I could eat little cupcakes shooting like a fountain that rained on a peak. 
Something so sweet, something so sour, it was getting close to the hour to return to my comfy tower, where my mother waited for me to shower. 
She asked how my day was. 
I told her I was far away. 
The flowers, the smell that swelled out of the well, the cupcakes on the peak that were very sweet, returning to my tower to have my shower. 
All my adventures started with just a flower.