One day a small nymph, Clytie, fell in love with Apollo, the god of sun, but Apollo didn’t care for Clytie and would not pay attention to her.
So at last her great love for the god Apollo drove her mad. She refused to play with her sisters, she ate nothing, and she drank only dew. At night she stood gazing at the heavens waiting for Apollo to appear, in the morning she watched him move from East to West.
Finally the gods took pity on Clytie, and because she couldn’t die, the gods turned her into a sunflower which watches the sun all day as it moves. Apollo did not like Clytie and was mean to her.
One day Apollo caught sight of a nymph, Daphne, daughter of a river god.
Daphne was just like all the other river nymphs fair and white. She had dark-green hair and she loved to hunt in the forest with a bow and arrow she lived unmarried like the huntress, Artemis. So she had no love for the god.
When he got close to her she turned and ran away from him.
Apollo chased after her as she ran, Apollo baged her to stop and listen to him but she kept running away. The closer he got the more scared Daphne got as she sped away to her father’s stream of water. She screamed at her father to save her, and her father did the only thing he could.
Suddenly she stopped as her feet took root into the ground, as Apollo grabbed her in his arms, he found himself holding on to a bush of laurel.
The leaves the color of Daphne’s hair. For a moment he could feel the heartbeat beneath the bark, but then all was still. Apollo was sad that his love had died, and in memory of his love he always wore a wreath of laurel, his lyre was decorated in laurel, and the festival prize was a laurel crown.