You Are My Sunflower ?³

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

You are my sunflower

On every rainy day

When golden shine shower

Comes pouring down my way

And tomorrow shall be

Something we look for

Whatever for you and me

That open's a times door

A love song of distance

To carry us further on

And giving opportunities chance

Before our summer is gone

Each love that we bring

Through the bouquets of love

That in our heart shall sing

When rainclouds are far above

You are my sunflower

And you make me believe

Every minute and hour

There’s somewhere relieve

From worlds worrying heart

And the aloofness of war

For my feelings you'll start

From wherever you now are

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,

By the deep sea, and music in its roar:

I love not man the less, but Nature more,

From these our interviews, in which I steal

From all I may be, or have been before,

To mingle with the Universe, and feel

What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

Be Unique

Be yourself

And just be you

follow your star

And sunflower too

Golden rays

From sun on high

Be unique

Stand tall and proud

Be yourself

Don't follow the crowd

Happiness is a sunflower field

Full of color, hopes and dreams.. ?³

SLEEPING IN THE FOREST by Mary Oliver

I thought the earth remembered me,

she took me back so tenderly,

arranging her dark skirts, her pockets

full of lichens and seeds.

I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,

nothing between me and the white fire of the stars

but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths

among the branches of the perfect trees.

All night I heard the small kingdoms

breathing around me, the insects,

and the birds who do their work in the darkness.

All night I rose and fell, as if in water,

grappling with a luminous doom. By morning

I had vanished at least a dozen times

into something better.

"The beauty of the trees,

the softness of the air,

the fragrance of the grass,

speaks to me.

The summit of the mountain,

the thunder of the sky,

the rhythm of the sea,

speaks to me.

The strength of the fire,

the taste of salmon,

the trail of the sun,

and the life that never goes away,

they speak to me.

And my heart soars.

Every positive action has a reward

Put a smile on your face

Make the world a better place :)