An ode to sunflowers

my dearest sunflower,

Oh how you’ve grown. I met you as a seedling, and little did I know you planted your roots in me. They stretched out lovingly like tender arms reaching for a hug. A hug was what you needed. You needed roots to anchor you to the ground as your mind soared. I don’t know what brought you to me. I had accepted that perhaps I was too much for others. Maybe my blossoms were too bright, too loud, and smelled too sweet. But you sunflower, you liked that. I never attracted many bees, and when I found one I wanted, it had already picked another flower. I never found myself stretching out to find others. But then I found you sunflower.

You made my colors turn from white to pink, blushing all the time. It was like a drug, I couldn’t wilt. We were bonded together from our roots. The drought came through and we shrived up together. But like any flower, we just waited. We waited for that storm to come and save us from the drought. When the rain washed away our dust, we found hope again. Finding hope gives us chances to peak out, to grow again. Oh sunflower you grew.

You grew to the point where you let my roots take hold of you once more, and I couldn’t be buzzing with more excitement. You see when a sunflower blooms, it reaches towards the sky. The petals are yellow with ripe sunshine, and you can’t help but stare in wonder at it. It brightens you, just like you did my sunflower.

We grow entwined, we grow sweet as honey, as time passes we don’t wilt anymore because we hold each other up. You are my sunflower, my sunshine and I am so grateful that as long as the sun shines you are mine. You are my sun on a cloudy day. Always here, always smiling. Laughter like a bright, yellow melody. Keep blooming babe.

Let your roots take hold, and grow.

love,

lily of the valley

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