The Sunflower…

Bent by stormy winds, the wilted sunflower struggled to bare the few raindrops that had fallen on her soft petals. Her colors still vibrant, looking like sunshine itself yet portraying a sadness that comes from lacking the very thing that would keep her alive; water. She had been offered an abundance of water at first that caused her to grow tall, confident and beautiful, but after time the water slowly stopped coming, the rain stopped falling and the berating wind crept in…
She stood there, tossed back and forth. Her gentleness no match for the angry degradation; shoving this way, pulling that way, leaving her helpless and confused. The taunting whispers tore at her, wearing her down, taking more and more life from her already fading beauty.

“I gave you water, why aren’t you happy? I brought it all the way to you, you should be happy now…” swirled round and round mixing with the dust, creating mud that stuck to her tender leaves… making the drops only heavier…
Yes, he had brought water… just enough to say he had… just enough drops that every passerby could see… not enough to quench the thirst brought on by drought and bitter wind, but just enough to make the wind feel heavier… almost unbearable… weighing her down… so broken she could sense every slight breath even… bent and old now, she felt…

She had loved the wind because she thought all wind brought rain, and rain is what she loved most… but she learned the hard way, sometimes it’s only wind…