A sunflower’s tale

Once there was a sunflower that lived in a garden of perpetual sun and rain, more lovely than words can describe.
One day an earthworm passed, and said:
Sunflower, do you not grow tired of this perpetual sun and rain?
Would you not like to see other parts of the garden?
Would you not like to move, like me?
The sunflower replied:
‘What choice do I have? This place is all I know’
Do you not have roots?, said the earthworm.
Why not ask to be moved?
So the flower raised its voice and cried:
‘I am tired of this spot, the perpetual sun and rain!
I demand to be moved!’
A boy came and picked the flower, and took it indoors.
Immediately, the sunflower began to wilt.
‘What have I done!’, wept the flower
‘My days are numbered! God preserve me! I have been dealt death!’
Still, while it lived the flower decorated the house, and when it had counted out its days, a one-eared man took it out. There the wind blew, and the flower’s seed was scattered among the garden, where more sun-flowers grew. And none of these ever asked to be moved again, for by their eye they saw that each echelon was as beautiful as each other in that garden – the garden of perpetual sun and rain, more lovely than words can describe.