I live in a cell, but for power you still depend on me.

I am the destroyer of mountains, the killer of kings. I always fly by, yet I don't have wings. I can end basketball games or marriages with similar ease. And though I flow like a stream, only water can freeze.

I represent guide, but I am not a person. People think of me as the north one.

I'm in a room filled with many others like me but they're blossoming and pollinating as I cannot. I want to join them but my fears keep me here, holding and sipping my own watering can, planted firmly at the edge of it all until the party's over.

Flowers Regularly give off these pleasant Aromas, Granting a Rich breath of fresh Air that your Nose Can't help but Enjoy.