The Sunflower

The sun rises slowly for the start of a new day. A tingling warmth slowly seep through my pedals. The bitter cold of night is of no more. The sun becomes the center of attention and pulls me unexpectedly into its warmth. The warmth of the sun is my everything. Tall and confident I stand in its presence. Nothing else compares. Nothing else matters. The sun is me. The day passes in the blink of an eye and as the night creeps in, the sun disappears, the warmth is drawn out of me. The strength that I once had is no longer felt, instead, feelings of heaviness takes over and my pedals fall. Fall. Fall onto the ground. It is as if the sun is a loved curse. There is no escaping. An eternal cycle that lasts forever until the end of the sun itself. That is the life of me, a sunflower.