Turning Towards The Sun

Turning Toward the Sun

I once thought them ugly,

these tall, awkward sunflowers,

out of place

in the hard edges of the city.

But walking in silence,

I began to see them differently

wild and abundant,

turning toward the sun,

offering rest to the bees,

swaying gently

instead of breaking.

They became a lesson:

that beauty is often waiting,

asking only

for a shift in how we see.

Now, in the fall breeze,

they fold into themselves,

still reminding me

to soften,

to pivot,

to look again.

To hold onto the goodness

of lighter days

even as the air grows cool,

to carry warmth forward

as the seasons turn.

If only we could all see

beyond our first judgement,

perhaps the world itself

would open

into unexpected beauty.

JUNNY®️