I’m sometimes a a carnation:
You are uniquely sweet and innocent. You can bring a smile to anyone’s face. Friends and strangers alike can recognize that you are something special.
I hope that’s a garden one that smells spicy and not the hot house variety with no scent.
And sometimes a sunflower:
You are the eternal optimist, always looking up. Nothing can shake your sweet, happy spirit. Friends enjoy your company because they find your joy contagious.
Honesty requires me to admit that while I aspire to both of those, I don’t always achieve them.