In the great vast world, in a great vast forest, was an expanse of sunflowers racing higher and higher begging to reach for the sun.
As they grew, their stalks grew thicker and deeper in greens, their faces absorbed warmth from the sky, and their petals reflected the sunlight that shined on them all.
Their scent and grandeur attracted the attention of many creatures who all walked underneath the sun. The people, the animals, the insects and especially the bees.
The bees flew between them, landing and dancing among the pollen of their faces.
The fuzzy sweaters and hairy boots they wore stole bits of the sunflowers and shared them with the next sunflower they danced on next.
Most sunflowers did not mind, they proudly bared their faces to the world, the bees, the rain, and especially the sun. In the center of the patch, there was a sunflower, like all the rest.
It grew and flourished, its face was bared to the world, and its stalk and petals accepted all who chose to walk and admire it. What it never attracted were the bees.
The bees never danced, played, or left stolen bits of other sunflowers on its face. None of itself was stolen. Yet, the sunflower was content.
It was respected, and left to grow and flourish without having to share bits of itself. None knew but the bees, so all but the bees looked at the sunflower the same as all the rest.
Even the bees felt no bother, but as they flew by they were mindful to keep their fuzzy sweaters and hairy feet to themselves. For that, the sunflower was grateful.
Like all the rest, it continued to grow and reach for the sunlight until it would eventually grow no more.
This was dedicated to my lovely friend Livvy, whos birthday is today. Happy birthday you glorious sunflower <3