Now this sunflower may have been the shortest in the patch, but there was no denying that she was the prettiest. Her bright face always directed to the sun, finding anything positive in even the darkest of moments. Her leaves flowing with the wind's current, embracing with open arms anything that approached her. Her stalk standing firm, still short, but powerful enough to hold her own against any threats. She was the type of sunflower you bring home to mom on mother's day. She was the type of flower to greet you at Heaven's gate. The beauty was unmatched by all.
I was blessed for this sunflower to choose me as the soil for her to grow in. She arrived to me young and hesitant, but still dug her roots into me. She became my sunflower and I wanted to give her everything she needed to grow. Water, nutrients, protection, love and dedication. Anything she needed, I wanted to give her. Even if it meant depleting me of everything I had, to me, she was worth it. When she accepted me as her soil, I made a vow to do anything in my power to let her succeed. I knew that this was a special sunflower.
But over time, as she grew, she started needing things that I couldn't provide. I sought and fought to find what she needed, but she was growing tired and weary. I was working on adapting, but my time had run out, she wanted different soil now. I still had so much left to give her, but I know the promise that I made. If there was anything I could do to let her succeed, I would do it. So with all the strength I had, I let her remove herself from me to find whatever she's looking for.
I should have known better than to have fallen in love with a sunflower. Their love will just always be too much. And now I remain, left in the dust, feeling depleted of everything I once felt full of. But I have no regrets and I hope that this small sunflower keeps her head to the sun in the way that always made me admire her.
Writer's Note: The relationship between the soil and the sunflower is not a one-sided one. The sunflower provides to the soil as much as the soil provides to the sunflower. For instance, the sunflower can take what was a gray and dab land and convert it to something warm and beautiful just by it's presence. This post by no means is saying that the soil received nothing. This is simply the soil's very short recount of his time with the sunflower.
