We sway in the wind, the beads of my sunflower facing towards him 
But he never looks my way 
He faces towards his one and only sun, away from me. 
 
As the sun sets, I turn away from him, heartbroken each day 
And don’t even care to look back at him 
Because he will never look at me 
 
Alas, when the sun rises, I will face towards him again 
In hopes that maybe he’ll look at me 
But I receive the same answer each day 
 
“No.” a voice says to me. 
“Please look away, 
Because every time you look it will lead you astray.” 
 
I didn’t want to hear the voice 
But, now, I felt like he and I were miles apart 
He was in the warm sun and I was suffering in the cold depths of Antarctica 
 
When the night came, I faced away 
Not willing myself to turn around 
I didn’t want to see him again 
 
But I got an urge to face him 
I turned my flower on its stem and faced him 
And he was looking right at me 
 
My roots moved over to his, and we sat side by side 
We watched the sunset rise 
And we faced the sun together 
 
All these years I thought the sun had been his love 
But no 
Only the person he aspires to be 
 
And I will stay at his side for all the days 
Swaying in the wind 
Watching the sun rise