The Sunflowers
The Sun rose on a fresh world. Sunflowers smiled at her face as the Sun rose higher in the sky. The daffodils and the tulips followed suit, bowing their heads in admiration towards this bright light above. The world started to wake, dogs stretching into upward and downward-facing dogs, their favorite yogic asanas. The Sun birthed heat and melted the dew from the fresh patches of grass as they swayed in the wind. The leaves danced on their branches and the sunlight twinkled on their edges. Mother Earth was calling all beings back to life to breathe, to see, to smell, and to feel the energy of peace that surrounded them, a promise that the Sun made to them from the first breath of existence. But the Earth held memories of years past, traumas past. The Earth held the tears of the life that walked on it. Mothers mourning their children, flowers yearning for bees, the grass begging for water. The Sun always knew what to say with beauty and might. But most importantly, she always kep...