One spring morning,

when the winds were turning,

a happy little girl skipped in a meadow.

With a bow in her locks,

and yellow on her socks,

she was a happy little girl - full of life.

As she always did in the spring,

when she frolicked in the meadow,

her hands gripped a bouquet of golden sunflowers.

But with the wind blowing,

the flowers were knocked from her hands.

Away they blew,

they drifted apart,

all to different places.

The happy little girl chased two flowers,

the ones still in her reach.

She ran to follow them across the meadow,

until they finally settled.

When the wind toned down,

she reached for a flower,

and was horrified with what she saw.

The seeds were missing,

and nowhere to be found,

so away she went,

without making a sound...

Days went by,

and days turned into weeks,

before the girl found herself in the meadow again.

Down she looked, defeated and hurt,

when she spotted a golden glow.

It was the sunflower,

newly-grown,

and the little girl was happy again.

Every day, she would visit the flower,

it was special from the rest.

It was a comfort to her,

and brightened her day,

illuminating the meadow,

it was hers.

As fall came by, and the leaves fell,

the flower was buried in leaves.

But still, she recovered,

her flower, her beloved,

which brightened her every day.

But, she loved her flower too much, 

and was not ready to give it up,

when winter arrived in a breeze.

The little girl did not like the winter,

it was cold and stormy and dark.

But in her mind, she thought the flower was hers,

and did not ever let it go...

But on one winter morning,

a big storm was forming,

and the meadow was covered in snow,

and the flower could not survive it - so it shriveled and died...

The sad little girl adjusted to the cold,

snow and mundane nights was all she could behold.

But, she was so used to living in the dark,

that she would not allow herself to see the light...

When the next spring comes by,

the sad little girl awakes, and goes to skip in the meadow.

With a bow on her locks,

and yellow on her socks,

she carried another bouquet of sunflowers.

On she skipped until she saw,

where her golden light was hidden;

but on she passed,

without turning back,

never planting a seed.