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

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