Sunflower

My soul is like a flower whose head follows the sun.
It is the flowers way of learning to run.
I follow the light and reach for its source.
I know that this light will set my course.

As the day dawns, I cannot help but turn my head.
Anxious for the day and to let myself be led.
Led to the wonders that each new day brings.
Led to the marvel at such amazing things.

As the day continues on, I look straight up above.
This is my favorite moment to watch for the dove.
As the day wanes, my head lowers with the setting sun.
It is time to sleep and not the time to run.

Then I turn my head to the flower next to me.
And we share the dreams of light where everyone is free.

~Suzanne Wagner~