How does that light travel across the
Milkyway, the sky, and greets me where I stand?

The sunflower stands upright.
Its round dark face and bright petals
meet me eye to eye.
Like a sundial it twists back and
forth, side to side
always facing the bold sun.

I too can feel its rays on my face
A sunkissed touch warms my skin.
I do not know how that tall, bold flower
grows from one little seed
Whose loving hands scooped up the dirt
to plant this one little hard black seed.

Tell me, what seeds are you going to plant today?