Overlooking a field of sunflowers,
A few appeared out of place.
They tried to stand tall but couldn’t,
While others more lovely filled their space.
Gravitating toward the beautiful ones,
As the wilted were quickly passed by.
Few people desire to view the weak,
And this group of flowers is soon to die.
The wind blew the pedals to the ground,
Changing them from golden to brown.
A little more rain and sunshine is needed,
Especially when ‘living’ is bringing you down.
But aren’t they pretty too, these flowers…
Who looked stranded in a crowded field?
For not every blossom can be flawless,
And there are some that may never be healed.
Healing isn’t the same as ‘fixing’ or a cure,
But rather to ‘accept’ and mend the soul.
So love ALL the flowers to cross your path,
Even the sad blooms that don’t appear whole.
With a new season a fresh life will begin,
And a new journey will soon be told.
‘Unique’ is still special and worth seeing,
Because eventually all living things grow old.
Written By: Melissa Curley