The sunflower king

in a field full of dying grass and flourishing weeds
lives a tiny golden flower with very many needs
it can't reach the sun though it tries to stretch high
but it just can't make it yet so hard it tries
The weeds and shrubs all point and laugh
they say you'll never make it going like that
but it didn't listen and kept stretching up to the sky
he fought toward the light and didn't care why
Then one marvelous day it peeked out from the brush
all of a sudden there was a eerie hush
It shot up high above all the rest
he finally felt warmth; it was worth the test
Now it rules as the sunflower king
it never lost sight of a dream; an impossible thing!!!