Sunflower

I went driving with my friend yesterday and we happened upon a sunflower field.

It was tucked nearly behind a dense row of pine trees.

Thick and green and strong.

We drove down the grass covered stone path and parked my car just before the field

Then we were running...

Welcomed happily by the smiles of sunflowers that seemed larger than life

Like out of a story book.

The sun had been hidden by clouds all day

Draining the life from most of the friendly giants.

In the midst of the depression, however, there were a few that resisted the urge to let the lack of light defeat them.

They stretch themselves to the limit towards the tiny silvers of sun that still came through.

They knew with every fiber of their being the sun will come back.

It always comes back.

How much better would life be if we could just hold on to the hope that the light

Always

Comes

Back.