She was different than the rest, A Sunflower facing the moon. Trying to grow taller than the rest, to have a voice in a windless field, to be what she is meant to be, when everyone is just the same. Her roots were the strongest but she was the weakest How can you blame her when she is just a sunflower facing the moon. A wild wind took her off, now she is lonley like never before. All she wanted was to be heard but she was just a sunflower facing the moon.