In the morning I take a stroll
To wipe the slumber from my eyes
Stretch my legs and clear my bowls
See a golden flower in my stride
Waiting for the sun to rise
Blossoms with the heavenly light
Track the sun as it glides
“Sunflower” it’s fondly called
Smitten with the golden rays
Bask itself with divine light
Love and devotion kept apart
Fills the floret one by one
With golden oil
Till the heads are done
The plant follows the mighty sun
To fill its bounty and raise its sons
Humbled by all this sight
To home I return with a vision
To start my day with a mission
Gitanjali
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Comments7
A very beautiful write. I can see the sunflowers dancing in the sunshine. 🙂
Thank you Jay
A morning stroll is really refreshing Teddy and I never knew of Tuscany.Thank you
Wonderful for a morning read. 😊
Thank you AP
Thank you Neil. Happy that it brought back memories
The wonder of sunflowers takes us into a beautiful place in our lives TKKKK.
Andy
I hope you enjoyed the trip thank you
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