The Sunflower Princess

There once was an Indian Princess, who was different as can be,

Her hair was golden and curly, and it flowed down to her knees,

She was small and very fragile; her eyes were bright and brown.

She was happy, she was beautiful, and she never wore a frown.

       Her Native friends and family found her, strange, and maybe cursed,

          They left her in the wilderness in hopes she would die of thirst.

She cried and cried from loneliness beneath an ancient tree,

And prayed to the angels in the sky, to set her spirit free.

She wiped her big brown eyes, with her golden locks of hair,

And as she slept, in the night, she vanished in the air.

The winter came, and then the spring, the ancient tree, as strong as ever,

But underneath where the girl had lain, was a beautiful, bright Sunflower.