The Sunflower

The little Sunflower bloomed to its first morning. Life sent a thrill though its spine, as the morning breeze caressed it. It felt good about every one of its hundreds of golden petals, and an exciting anticipation of the potential that lay ahead. It raised its eyes to its maiden glimpse of the world - but what was this! It was being stared back by these Red petaled things. Their petals curled and folded into each other - each expression unique in itself. Their aghast expression screaming how weird it looked. The Sunflower was shocked. 

Is this how it was supposed to look? Why had God made it into an abomination? With an excess of petals. And none of it grown to the glorious size of the petals these beautiful beings possessed. And it felt naked, vulenrable - with its delicate center exposed, while theirs was safely tucked inside their petals. How could God be so cruel? No matter how hard it tried to curl its petals - it only managed to distort itself into more ugliness. And its color? There was nothing it could do about it anyway. The life energy slowly draining from it under its intense and genuine effort...the once beautiful Sunflower slowly withered. No matter how much it tried to change - it could not. It felt humiliated at this cruel joke. As it curled up and died.