The Sunflower

It was just a sunflower

giving me all its hopeful power

and optimism.

The animism

that shined through its face,

and the large space

among the red piper cleaner smile

and large googly eyes had lit a fire

of hope.

 

This hope had been shared

and the flower cared

for me, as i was weak

and it was unique.

For it had become my mentor,

teaching me the value

of cheerfulness. For

it had given me its virtue,

and had paved the way

in believing everything was going to be okay.

 

And because of this,

my mentor,

I thank you.

With the bliss

and your

endless inspiring views,

I am able to see the beauty of optimism and hope once again.

 

 

 

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