Anemone

Let me paint you a picture:

The anemone in the bustling garden. Surrounded and guarded.
There was a time, long ago, when the Anemone was careless, safe, naive, and unguarded.
Until one sun brought Anemone a hummingbird. Who lay too much burden on her shoulders, until she began to droop. After some healing, thorns grew.
The next spider came, nearly swallowed our flower whole. But choked on the thorns.
After that, the walls were soaring. Leaving Anemone in a shadowy garden.
Convinced of the poison and venom in the world outside of the walls. Until a bee came and showed Ane love. It was a while, but eventually, the bee saw another, prettier flower. And left.
Anemone’s gates slammed shut and the rains nearly drowned our flower.
Finally, a butterfly landed just outside the gates, peaking in. Eyes wide in awe of our fragile Ane. Running low on faith, the quivering blossom watched as the careful butterfly squeezed between the bars of the gate. Settling gently in the mud surrounding our sweet Ane.

Now, do you understand?