Sunflower Changes.

I knew Agnes was thirsty.. but I fear going out there to give her water... The entire time twin orbs pass down the black river and I want one of those vessels to have the butterflies from my tummy aboard... Agnes sits there silently, but I know she judges me... I told her today that she inspires me.. and she gave me the cold shoulder.. That's ok.. without me she would go thirsty and would shrivel up and die.. She loves me, but she stands objective.. I've grown to trust her ever watching eyes..  I watched her grow.. She struggled to break new ground.. I waited for her leaving water for her on the surface to seep down to her cavernous home... To my surprise one day while depositing refuse in the garbage bank I noticed her fingers poking up from underneath.. I squealed like a young girl with blonde pigtails.. I gave her a shower and by morning sure enough an entire elbow poked through.. I admired her persistence. Each day more and more of her emerged from below.. until one day she was taller than me.. and pulling herself up and around the last obstacle.. she hid her face from me and I wondered when I would catch a glimpse of her smile.. she just wasn't ready yet... On a particularly bad day of swallowing broken bits of tongue and teeth and choking on some sentiment I looked up to the horizon.. and sure enough her beautiful face was half showing! Her yellow teeth and yellow hair shown full in just a few days.. She took her time coming up from her darkened birth place... Each day I bring her sustenance.. and each day she accessorizes in a new way..she becomes more beautiful each new day... I create the rain for her and her friends... and I enjoy it.. but when I hear the sound of circles upon the rock.. my heart falls into my shoes... and when they pass without letting the butterflies out a piece of my sky goes missing.. How long do I wait? when will I emerge like Agnes?

I told her she inspires me.. and all she did was stand tall and listen.. She is the role I want to model...  I like to believe that my fingers have broken the surface and the rest of me will hide until its my time..