She didn't turn the soil
or plant the seeds,
but she picks sunflowers!
Thousands grow beautifully in the countryside--
the Land of Sunflowers,
citizens called it when she was young,
romping in the presence of yellow florets.
Onlookers now join her,
they're doing what she still does...
and the sun beams on the gala
with people and flowers and bright, wooly clouds
and weeds, aware they are gorgeous too,
and beings residing in the roots and stems!
They turn their heads toward the golden orb--
a celebrator, too, in the gala of Love,
and all revel in the Light that creates ideal Beauty!
Submitted by: Naimah on 08/21/2018
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