I wandered lonely through the field,
Where sunflowers stood tall and bright,
Their golden heads turned towards the sun,
A dazzling, joyful sight.
Like sentinels they lined the way,
Their faces turned towards the sky,
A symbol of hope and resilience,
As the soft breeze passed them by.
I paused to watch their gentle dance,
Their petals swaying in the breeze,
And felt my heart with joy uplift,
At this enchanting scene.
For sunflowers are a gift to us,
A reminder of the sun's embrace,
And of the beauty all around,
If only we take the time to see.
Unlikely Buddha 2023
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