I always knew deep down inside the sunshine was only a semi-permanent thing. Who knows what the forecast could bring. Some days the sunshine shined so bright it kissed my skin, and warmed my soul. Were other days, a dark cloud with an antisocial overcast hid it's comforts. Leaving me like a abandoned flower just wilting away. Who really knows why the sunshine was hiding behind those dark heavey clouds filled with rain. What was so bad that dimmed his shine? It's a mystery, a closed book really. The lonely flower saw the sunshines charming happy smile, but also saw the sad eyes behind his yellow mask. Could the sunshine be fighting something consistant? Like the North Star in the sky? Or perhaps feeling shamed for wanting to except the gravitational pull of the tempting mother earth, Maybe the taste of the forrbidden fruit twisted his morals. Whatever the reason may be, the Sad little flower remains in the shade, patiently waiting for her sunshine to return, to gift her with his beautiful presence and wisdom. And to suduce her with his warmth.