Sweet, Sane, Sunflower.

Sweet, sane, flower;

Don’t bend too low.

Don’t break your spine.

The bud is young,

She’ll learn to shine.

As all the other flowers are

Sweet, simple, sane,

Teach the bud to be

tall…delicate…brave.

Not brave to bend and smell better flowers, but brave to stretch, and stay tall under the pressure.

As your sister in the sky—

A comet wandering by—

Ponders how to stop her momentum,

to stop for a moment to smell the planet’s flowers…

after the sun melts

into the horizon,

And darkness ensues

to capture the light.

Sweet, sane, comet.

Be patient and steady.

Don’t wish upon a shooting star

To land in a field of sunflowers

Just to find out who you are.

Because one in the same

You both look to the other

Wondering how they shine so bright

In a world unforgiving

that could snuff out their light.