The Birth Of The Daffodil

The sun looked at the Daffodil, the weather was quite hot. The wind had died and all was still, the Daffodil was not what you'd describe as exquisite in every other way, its roots were packed in chicken shit, mulched in by rotten hay. But since the sun is quite unsure about its solar gender, which means to say it's either pure (would heaven please surrender the real truth so we all know) or mixed, or transvestite, it favours flowers as they grow, yet it comes out at night to shine its rays on this small thing and keep its petals cosy. All through the seasons into Spring and when it looks red-rosy, the sun keeps fussing over it, this special Daffodil, they have a very closely -knit relationship that will go on for all eternity. That's why, of all the flowers, the only one (ask any bee) with very special powers... when Daphne met that fellow Dill they did melt down in love, the child was then named Daffo-Dill, loved by the sun above.