🌻 SUNFLOWERS GROW TO CREATE A GLOW 🌻 JUST THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A SUNFLOWER 🌻 GROWING TALL UNDER THE SUN SUMMER'S HERE AND YOU KEEP ME SAFE AND WARM 🌻 KNOWING THAT ALL IS GOOD, ALL IS FINE AS LONG AS YOU HAVE YOUR SUNFLOWER TO SHINE 🌻 FLOWERS BLOOM BUT NONE LIKE YOUR BRIGHT SUNFLOWER 🌻
You make me feel like a Sunflower, thanks for always making me feel beautiful my dear love. M.C.
We make music when we walk Shoes laced with guitar strings Hearts beating to the metronome in my head When you speak violin comes out The flowers embedded in your heart are dying The light in your eyes have burned out The optimism has drifted from your voice And left you with hollow bones The music we played went flat The waves stopped coming The sun stopped shining And my heart stopped beating.
I raise the pick-axe high up above my head. I bring it back down with all my might. I hear an audible thud at it pierces into the ground.
I change my grip.
The soil turns over as I pry it out of the ground. I smile to myself in satisfaction at the sight of the churning soil. It is a calm, soothing sight, worth the magnitude of the effort required to produce it.
I change grips as I ready myself and raise the pick-axe high up above my head once more.
I am the artist, the Earth my canvas. The pick-axe is my brush, the chaos my muse.
Seeds will be sown and vegetation will be grown. Spoils will be shared and cheer will be spread.
But for all the good that is done, I am the one having all the fun, for this sight is for me, this art is my own.
Digging the ground is surprisingly soothing. And extremely tiring. But worth the effort, all the same.