Everyday I am surrounded by
beauty
It enthralls me in all shape, form,
sizes and colors
The smell thrusts me into a field of
sunflowers
I look around and we are all the
same

The sun blankets our head in her
golden glow
And you bend your heads and
worship her in the West
I stand tall and withering in neither
directions

Her beam of light suffocates me and
dry up my roots
So I carry a silent prayer to the wind,
my seeds traveling along with it
It’s not long before her majesty
glowers behind a dark cloud
And I soak in the rain

The air smells different
Mother nature diffuses her earthly
fumes and it surrounds us
The dark consumes and your heads
are now facing towards me
I cower in the cold weather, allowing
the splatter of rain to bombard my
green skin

Maybe I’m not a Sunflower after all
Maybe I am a Calla
And my sharp shade of white
contrasting against your yellow
petals at night gave me away

Maybe if I drowned myself in your
golden ocean long enough
The god you worshipped every
morning in the east
Would straighten my stalk and
ground my roots and caress my
petals with her rays until I am an
imitation of you

Maybe I am a Sunflower after all