Sunflower

The clouds roll along the field.

Rain dances across the yellow petals.

But despite everything,

It stands tall with all its might.

Grows higher and higher swaying with the wind.

Turning its head to find any form of bright silver line.

Then the clouds break through.

Sun beams slipping through the crevasses.

Dancing along with the morning drizzle.

Splitting through the air,

Turning their heads all in succession.

Bright,

warm,

and beautiful.

Even with everything so gray,

and so dark and gloomy.

But despite it all,

no matter rain or shine.

They will always,

Look to the brighter side.