A sunflower

I am and always will be a sunflower. People say my heart looks like the Sun, but that's not why I am called sunflower. The reason I am in the world is to follow the sun and only the sun. I don't know how to give up. Sometimes my head drops when it's dark, but it rises as soon as the sun appears. Even though I can never reach the Sun, I've learned to smile and to embrace the warmth from the sunshine. Optimism is my nutrient and the color yellow is my carbondioxide. My whole life dream isn't anything big: I just want to follow the Sun, my heart,
Till I die someday, in the brightness of the light.