leaves. a multitude of green leaves. petals. a multitude of golden petals. green life infused with sunlight.
you stand out. loom large with your violet streaked leaves. your sturdy stalk. your wide frame. your bright mane.
though you are a flower, you are sometimes repellent. your function of seed-making far outweighing your allotment of petals.
sunflower, i am afraid we are too much alike. we are not the rose, the lily, the glorious orchid. not beautiful. we are driven to survive and make seed.
but, sunflower, we have been given a singular gift, you and i—our faces follow the sun.