Running through the rolling hills
There is a girl that can’t stop grinning.

Her dress flourishes in the wind, setting the world ablaze.
Sewn into the dress are the vibrate yellow of sunflowers.
The glow of the girl and her dress is impossible to separate.

Over the last hill lays a field of sunflowers
Blanketing the horizon.
The girl’s speed increases exponentially in the pursuit of these flowers.
Without them she is never complete.

She picks a bundle of them
Never once breaking stride as she stoops.
She is like a bumblebee zipping from one flower to the next
With no pattern or reasoning.
As the sun sets and the collective vibrancy is almost too overwhelming.

But the sun setting indicates a day coming to an end.
In darkness the girl must slow her pace,
Keeping watch for stumbling blocks along the way.
Finally, she approaches her dilapidated house.

She tip toes in the door with every ounce of her trying to be a mouse,
But her mother hears the disturbance.
Indicating the flowers, “Why would you choose such ugly specimens?”

Walking to her cramped room
There is a girl that can’t stop from wilting.