#sunflowers

A WALK IN SUNFLOWERS

She loves to walk in sunflowers…surrounded by the mountains and the trees

Where stretching out in all directions…sunflowers are all you see.

 

She loves to touch the baby sunflowers…still developing…still quite small

And stand dwarfed by the adults…the ones over six feet tall.

 

She thinks there are more to sunflowers than our eyes will let us see.

She thinks perhaps her sunflowers are more like you and me.

 

“What if,” she asks, “when two sunflowers looking across an open field

What if the love that’s housed within their stem, when their eyes meet, is revealed?”

 

“We know sunflowers move.” she says. “because they all turn toward the sun.

So isn’t it possible if they want to be together…sunflowers might also run?

 

“Run…veiled by the dark of night…no matter what the weather…

Run into each other’s arms…just to be together.”

 

“Look how some of them are hugging.” She says, making her point with ease.

“Look how many of them are smiling as they dance together on the breeze.”

 

“And tell me you can’t feel it….their happiness…their bliss…

When you’re lucky enough…when you get the chance…to see two sunflowers kiss.”

 

“It’s a feeling”, she says, “I wish I could bestow on every girl and boy…

How when you walk among the sunflowers…you can’t help but share their joy.”

 

We have different reasons for loving a walk in sunflowers…

she…for the emotions that they stir

My reasons is a little more selfish…

 

I love walking in them…with her.


INSPIRATION

I was walking in a forest when I stepped out of the trees

and saw a field of sunflowers dancing in the breeze.

 

I stopped what I was doing…I was suddenly entranced

and I wondered if it was sunflowers that first enticed people to dance. 

 

I was walking early one morning when what did I espy

but a mix of beautiful color's lighting up the sky.

 

And I stopped what I was doing…I felt a little faint

and I wondered if it was a sunrise that first enticed people to paint.

 

I was walking down a quiet path when my mind was drawn upwards

to the treetops where I was mesmerized by the singing of the birds.

 

And I stopped what I was doing…that early morn in Spring…

and I wondered if it was birds that first enticed people to sing.

 

I was walking by a mountain creek…as if caught in a dream

when I heard the melody of the water as it gently flowed downstream.

 

And I stopped what I was doing…as the water flowed away

and I wondered if it was the music of the stream that first enticed people to play.

 

Now when I look for inspiration…I remember where I was…

when I was out there walking…

 

for that’s what nature does.

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