As I walk into the garden the lanky sunflower catches my eye. It is beautiful like a spring butterfly and as yellow as the sun. I am proud of my work.

I planted the Sunflower when it was a wee little seed, and I lightly watered it after I tucked it tight into the ground. One day the sunflower sprouted. It was a tender little sproutling that needed to be cared for. Each day, I watered it. The sunflower grew a tremendous height and soon stated smelling like a freshly washed sheet. It grew as tall as a tree, and it was still as beautiful as a spring butterfly.

The Sunflower.


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