Once upon a fable,
Amidst a quiet morn in summer,
Were flowers so graceful,
And a sunflower full of color.
Soon one morn in the field,
Along came a girl named Day.
The sunflower alone and concealed,
Was loved by Day in every way.
How bright the flower shined,
When Day gave her love.
Its petals were one of a kind,
Made brighter from Day above.
Alas, there was a separation from Day,
She realized it was too much to care,
So she left the flower and walked away.
To the flower, it was a favor to spare.
Now alone sat the sunflower,
In the field turning to fall.
Befriended with the ticking of the hours,
The flower had with no voice to call.
But amongst the fall nigh,
A girl arrived named Night,
Whilst looking from the sky,
Night admired the flower's light.
She knew the flower couldn't grow.
Not during the fall, not alone.
Not in the winter, not in snow.
Her heart was the flowers home.
Fall came slowly.
It came gradually
It was hard, surely,
But she helped continually.
How it hurt the flower,
To see Night torn apart,
Winter was around the corner,
And Night has given her heart.
Winter finally came,
And at last it was too much.
She tried to take blame,
Her love had lost touch.
However, it's wasn't her fault quite,
The sunflower took away the life,
That was found within Night.
The stars were found deprived.
So alone was the sunflower,
In a harsh winter it now stayed.
Pulling through by willpower,
Waiting for more company yet to be made.
As time passed from dusk till morn,
The same wandering eyes fell back,
And thus Day's love came and was reborn.
No longer did the sunflower see black.
Winter turned to spring,
And spring to summer,
Day continued her nurturing,
Through the rain and thunder.
But, something different happened,
The care she had before changed,
She'd reach and pull for a fragment,
A fragment of a petal; How strange.
This happened again and again,
And soon, the sunflower was torn.
It was no longer the same as it had been.
It lost many petals to her innocent thorns.
Summer changed to fall
And fall into winter.
Her love didn't feel like love at all.
What a painful love; cruel and bitter.
Yet at the same time
It was all the same.
Like a warm flame;
Tender and tame.
So it waited for winter to end its time.
Waiting for spring in the next dawn,
How could the sunflower be sunshine,
When its petals are gone?
Hopefully spring comes again.
