Her face turns, the petals stretch toward the sunlight,
She stands tall, and ready for the nascent day,
Already seeing that the possibilities are bright —
She teaches me by showing, as her silent words say,
Stand, bloom, let worries not destroy,
The true light on your face will impart joy.
I could not resist writing a poem about this sunflower that I saw in the garden this morning. Shared with the Tuesday Platform.