Sunflower

The wind blows in my blonde hair. But I remain straight and as beautiful as I have ever been. I am Apollo's daughter but I carry the beauty of Aphrodite. I am the best admirer of the Sun and I follow its track in the sky from morning to evening. I look so sad when night comes. But I know that tomorrow I'll be as alive and as gorgeous as today. This is why they call me the flower of the sun.