My Sunshine...
A seed was planted in the garden. The seed lay dormant for years. Until the water came down. Time spent putting down roots and getting strong. Basking in the soothing warmth of your sunshine. Cold were the nights when you weren't around, but a remnant of your rays reflected off the moon to remind the flower of you. The flower spent it's time looking to you. Day in and day out it's roots got deeper as it bathed in the shower of your light. Sadness gripped the flower when the clouds came between. But the growing flower weathered the storms. Each storm was a fight to survive, but the water from these fights seeped into the soil strengthening the roots of the flower. The clouds were blown away and the light of your loving sunshine was more wonderful than the flower remembered. Flower knew the storms would come, but flower knew the storms would pass. Your sunshine would always be there. Looking up to the source of it's joy, never looking down to see the weed growing in the garden. A weed that must have blown in during a storm and took to ground. The weed creeped up out of the flower's view. The weed: ugly as sin. It remained out of sight until it popped up to block the sunshine. Weeds grow fast, but have shallow roots. Some look like flowers, but are not. The weed is now choking the roots of the flower. The weed is basking in your sunshine. The flower is aching for your warmth. The weed is between the flower and you. Blocking your light and casting a cold shadow on the flower. Flower, not yet bloomed, but ready to blossom, sits in the garden praying the Gardener comes soon to pull the weed out of the garden so that you might look down on the lone flower that grows in your caring light. The flower will bloom. The weed needs to be pulled. The flower needs your light.