sun flowers
I love how a sunflower knows to face east.
Her yellow fingers reach to grasp the dawn,
her face shimmers to greet the sunlight.
And she smiles -
at hope
and warmth
and a new day.
I love how a sunflower knows to face east.
Her yellow fingers reach to grasp the dawn,
her face shimmers to greet the sunlight.
And she smiles -
at hope
and warmth
and a new day.