A Sunflower She Is
A Sunflower she is
Blown in the wind
Born into unforgiving soil
Forced to grow
With little water
Surviving on
The extremes
Overexposure to
The sun and moon
Underexposed of their light
Somehow, she grew
Strengthening with each breath
Moving forward
While protecting
A fragile heart
Kindness being her
Guiding light
The North Star
Within the dark night
Her Spirit
Learning to thrive
Serving others
With every healing stroke
If the Universe’s brush
Humbly allowing
Her gentle seeds
To be sown
Into the weary
Like a shepherd
She calls her sheep
Her growing tribe
To experience connecting
Diving into
The healing waters
Of the community pool
A marvel she is
Awakening and sensuous
Delightful and brave
Future breaths untapped
Moving towards
The gentle horizon
RLove
7.31.20
Boulder CO
