Abby

A flower amongst the grass, Abby was her name.
She was a sunflower and as bipolar as they come; when Abby felt the suns rays she was happy and in his absence she was sad.
When Abby felt the suns rays on her petals she would smile.
And as she turned her head the world around her was a better place.
Abby's smile was beautiful and it lit up the field. She would fixate on the Sun, opening her pores wide and drinking him in.

The Sun, a million miles away, was ever burning.
Oblivious to his influence, to the beauty he propagated, the Sun was sad.
He was all alone, burning.
He saw the planets near but they never came too close, all they did was dance around him.

Abby was on the third planet, Earth, and she loved the Sun with all her heart.
And she hated when the Sun was hidden, by clouds often, but also at night. And she resented the Sun for this.

Abby's favorite time was when the wind changed and blew hot and dry. She could only just remember that time, forever ago, when the Sun would burn strong all day every day.
It was when she was young.
But gradually, day by day, the sun burned softer, and the wind blew colder, and the clouds took over, and the Sun hid behind the Earth for long cold nights, and Abby was sad and did not smile.

Abby sometimes thought she was wrong and had exaggerated that happy time ages ago in her mind.

She was sad lots and struggled to get through each day, and she hated the long and lonely nights, so cold.

Abby felt older and she knew her petals were not as radiant as they once were.
But she didn't really care because it didn't matter, who needs nice petals without a radiant Sun to bask in?
And one day when Abby woke up her stem was stooped and her petals drooped around her head.
And she did not want to look up.
Abby knew that she was dying and it was because the Sun was rare.

On that day the Sun peeked between the clouds three times.
Each time, Abby looked up and remembered the Sun.
But he was small and distant and he was not hot enough to warm her.
She still looked to him, even when he went behind the clouds, ever drawn to him.
But she would gradually bend and stoop and sag and by the time he again appeared on the next day it was very hard to even notice him, and she could not bring her stem up.

And so Abby never again looked at the Sun, even when he returned in his Summer glory.
Instead, she looked to the Earth, ever closer every day.