Like a Sunflower

Every day the sunflower lifts its face,
not because the sky is perfect,
but because the light is there.It leans toward what nourishes,
stands tall though the wind may bend it,
and blooms even in the simplest soil.

Be the same:
Turn to what gives you life,
bend without breaking,
and let your presence be a quiet brightness
in someone else’s field.

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