Sunflower

Taking a glimpse of the blazing sun,

first proper look, before life begins.

In the moist soil was sown yesterday,

following its strength, throughout its way.

Going in its direction from east to west,

obeying its orders, taking no rest.

The sunflower rises, blooms because of it,

for that it's ready to tolerate drought a bit.

The warm irrigated soil and the magical rays,

giving it cheery yellow petals and a large face.

Can't bloom and produce seeds well in shade,

requires the harsh weather and light, I'm afraid.

Dealing with all the problems it rises,

after the stem hardens, it becomes wiser.

It no longer follows anyone, guiding tool's no longer the sun.

It has become the source of its own strength,

Its bond with the sun was only to an extent.

Facing all the hardships just to mature,

running and hiding in shade was never the cure.

Just like in sunflowers, in our lives setbacks' essential, because of it we thrive, bloom to our full potential.

Sunflower's expected to follow source of its strength,

unaware, real strength only comes from within.

For the hot sun and muddy soil it's grateful,

likewise for the hurdles in my way, I'm grateful.

It allows us to grow into strong, beautiful individuals,

and we write our own stories, purely original.