Tournesol
Nov 7 · 1 min read

My little Sunflower facing the light
Upward turned toward vast unknown
You soak in the marvels with wonder,
Curiosity and fickle delight
Turn, Turn, Tournesol
Strong and steady tall
Heralding inevitable change
As you blossom into your creation
Beginnings as a vulnerable seedling
Still delicate and fragile
Velvet transparency
With gold illumination
But you continue to rise
For now thriving in one place
Solidly grounded below
Yet you turn, turn, tournesol
You cannot be tethered to impossibility
Though clouds may cover your beloved sun
Warm source of lighted comforting nourishment
You will turn, turn and find your way
Accepting, adapting, authentically abloom

