The first time, I saw this magnificent Sunflower, It was shining in the sunlight. Her graceful waves light up the morning sky away from the dark night and the smile melted those who enjoy her aura. People have always adored the Sunflower dance as she dangles her charm and flaunts her leaves.
So did I. She was beautiful.
She was my dream flower, to be honest and trust me, I have seen many flowers but this one is special. She made me envy, soI wanted to steal it. But it belongs to another garden. It was everyone's favorite.
One day, I thought that I should pluck the flower and take it for myself. I really wanted to but never tried. I thought why pluck it? It has everything, a beautiful garden, its gardener, water and its appreciators. Maybe I cant provide all that.
Then the storm came. The sunlight gets overshadowed beneath the dark clouds.
At first, the flower starts losing its fragrance. Then the color. Her beloved Gardener came and took it inside and place it under an artificial light. Other people searched, then wondered! where is it? They heard about the storm then after hearing about the storm, they all agreed that maybe it is fine as long as they can get their visual amusements.
As the time flows, the sunflower starts getting mutated and deformed herself day by day and slowly began adopting the new way of survival. Seeing this deformity, everyone starts questioning about its identity crisis upon seeing its mutant self and did not like it so they left her to rot alone.
After sometimes, The Gardener came and saw what he has done to his beloved flower. With agony and pain ,he blames it all to the innocent flower and starts tearing apart the leaves in search of his beautiful old sunflower. He strips the skin and mutilated the charms and the people was just standing there watching those vile things.
No one bats an eye. No one asked, why this is happening?
They wanted the sunflower so bad that they can't even able to see, what are the surroundings doing to the very sunflower which was once the gem of their life.
Now they saw this mutant flower and asked in disgust
“ What’s the problem? Where is our Sunflower?”
The Sunflower is dead you fools. All she ever wanted is The Sun over her head. She wanted to dance in the sunlight. But when the storm came, you place her under the bulb light just because you wanted it so much in your life that you ignored her desires over you owns.
Now, this is your flower. Mutated and selfish one, like you people with no color. No aura. Just plain.
I should have tried to steal it but I never did. Now its gone. I have always loved that Sunflower and l will love this Mutant too. After all deep inside, it was the same Sunflower I watched and fell in love with.
Now I have to grab an umbrella for the coming rain. I will stand there, where the sunflower wanted me to be and I will hold my ground until the storm passes and I vow to protect her from this day to until my last day.
