The First Sunflower
Clytie was a sea nymph who would bear the greatest sorrow
For broken hearted she became when spurned by young Apollo
By day and night she sat bareheaded on the barren earth
A shadow of her former self bereft of all self worth.
She pined for nine days for her love who roamed across the sky
And fasting on the open ground she prayed that she might die
For daily in his chariot he would draw the sun due west
While she watched as he passed from sight and cursed her lonely quest.
The son of Zeus Apollo was both beautiful and mighty
So lesser gods took pity on the woeful sea nymph Clytie
They rooted her to mother earth so no more would she cower
But gaze forever skyward as the inborn first sunflower.