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 kept her promise. She brought life, light, and heat, but she also brought clouds, wind, rain, and the cold so that the Earth always had the chance to regrow, spread its seed through the wind, and replenish with water all over again.
So when the Sunflowers looked at the charismatic daffodils comparing their color to their only color of yellow, the Sunflowers dropped their heads. Seeing this, the Sun picked up the heads of the melancholy Sunflowers and told them to look at her, then at themselves, "See how you mimic the beauty of the light? That was my eternal gift to you and that you would always rise and sleep in the direction of the Sun."
Every drop of water, fallen leaf, critter, and breathing thing had a purpose. The Sun understood their roles, but from their points of view, the Sun also understood their curiosities. She loved the gift of coexistence, that one thing could simply not live without the other. She also knew that being curious was a beautiful place to be.. always hungry, always looking, and always wondering.
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 kept her promise. She brought life, light, and heat, but she also brought clouds, wind, rain, and the cold so that the Earth always had the chance to regrow, spread its seed through the wind, and replenish with water all over again.
So when the Sunflowers looked at the charismatic daffodils comparing their color to their only color of yellow, the Sunflowers dropped their heads. Seeing this, the Sun picked up the heads of the melancholy Sunflowers and told them to look at her, then at themselves, "See how you mimic the beauty of the light? That was my eternal gift to you and that you would always rise and sleep in the direction of the Sun."
Every drop of water, fallen leaf, critter, and breathing thing had a purpose. The Sun understood their roles, but from their points of view, the Sun also understood their curiosities. She loved the gift of coexistence, that one thing could simply not live without the other. She also knew that being curious was a beautiful place to be.. always hungry, always looking, and always wondering.
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