I am the sunflower, I pick up your life, a sun faces to me at noon in the summertime, not sure which way to turn today. Will my head have its way, I think not my will is tested till sunset give me rest from the sun’s atomic influence.
On reflection one gathers up the night and I draw my nutrients from God’s ground I’m now silent and a little slumped forward and down, that is in the dawn upon the coming day. I will rise from slumber upward. I will move at one eighty degrees and slowly back by this day. I will give you hope. Seeds blown in nature by variant winds. I may visit you to shower you in glory, borrowed from the sun and sense through my auxiliary temporence my benevolence immersed by sunlight, power given let us praise the light.