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.
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