Sunflower

Sunflower

by Vasiliki Apostolidou

Next to the anxious river is green grassland. This is where I live. The bright sun is warming me and it makes my stem greener than before. But when the sun is covered by gray joyless clouds, misery fills my whole body, I look at the ground… I am almost withered. But once the sun shines again I look him deeply in the eyes, full of gladness. I turn my head passionately to look at him. My crown of blonde hair is waving to the soft air’s rhythm. I smile at the sun which fills me with pleasure and the sun smiles back giving me fresh shine.