The Sunflower

My grandmother planted a tiny orange seed,

Not really knowing the wonders of it;

A glossy Sunflower, fresh and new,

With golden petals, dressed with dew.

It grew and grew, from seed to life,

Sprouting new leaves, the size of mice.

Soon, very soon, the flower will bloom,

Even when our life is in gloom.

One month later, on a bright morning,

When the shrill cry of birds interrupts the sleeping,

And the morning sun starts to rise.

I walked into the garden with a cry of surprise!

So imagine life as Sunflower plants

To grow up and become daughters and sons.

We have ideas that can change our lives,

To do so, we need faith to contrive.