The gliding Helios rises from the east,
skimming past the nurturing morning
and running past the noonday feast.
Providing to all below its warm caring
rays that develop and nurture.
From down on its window sill,
a little lonely flower stands
isolated, cold; still.
Desperately trying to fulfill its plans
of a happy future.
But lo and behold, a pair
of star-crossed partners deserve one another:
the sun and its dreams of a face so fair
fulfilled by the longing gaze that others
could not find but in the countenance of such a creature.
And of the flower and its dream
of finding that warm sensation
to bask in its never ending stream.
Like two pieces of a jigsaw, elation
formed as the two bound in a permanent suture.
The sun shown gleefully towards the little
flower and the flower bent towards the sun in return.
Such a fitting couple danced with the fickle
tune of time until the rays of joy couldn't churn
the warmth to nurture.
One regretful act after another, the sun knew
that to continue its acts of delight,
its rays it had to renew.
But in the absence of light and in the presence of night,
a new source of light shown on the flowers feature.
Its rays cold, yet provided heat.
Its light pale and wan, yet it shown.
This new source hummed to its own artificial beat
and its barren core only cared for its own.
And yet the little flower was undeniably drawn by this fixture.
And discarded was the object of its growth and nurture,
the only object that held its future.