The was once a flower, beautiful as can be. With petals big and soft and a rainbow of hues such as none had ever seen, it grew in the wild where all could see and admire its beauty. It took nutrients and water from the soil and enjoyed what sun it could get, each season blooming and growing, shedding its petals to produce even more beautiful ones.
One day, the sun noticed this flower and marveled at its glory.
“I’ll go shine on it some more,” it said. “Surely, it could use some more of my nourishing light and warmth.”
And so the sun came and shone its light on this flower.
And the flower bloomed and grew, each season shedding its petals to produce even more beautiful ones. It loved the light, basked in the warmth and blinded all that came by with its magnificence.
But then the sun grew smug.
“Look how much that flower wants my light. See how it blooms in my warmth! See how it opens its petals to my probing rays! See how thirsty it is for my focus…”
And so the sun, varied its focus. Some days shining bright on the flower, some days leaving it in the shade, some days never rising at all.
And still the flower grew, and bloomed and shed its petals just to produce even more beautiful ones.
Because that is what flowers do.