People value and worship sunflowers for their ability to capture and withhold the light from the sun. They’re the keepers and safeguards of that beautiful light, keeping it safe within the delicate confines of their petals. When the sun disappears, they shed that light on each other to keep stead, to keep hope. Even when we, their admirers, rip them from the earth, they still share that light with us, smiling at their abusers. We hold them, cherish them, and soak in their light. And when they dim, we lose interest and turn our attentions elsewhere while their light fades forever. When their light has been doused, we behold them with our wavering eye and grab them by the fistful. We sever their bulbs, tossing them aside for newer, brighter flowers. Their lights somehow seem brighter, more captivating, and capturing more light than a sunflower ever could. And as they lay there, dissolving into the earth, they are saying farewell to that great friend. That big light in the sky, and they think, “I was only ever looking at you friend. Shed your light elsewhere and forget me not.” And in that moment, a little light is lost from the world.