Sunflowers face one another
in the depth of darkness,
when light cannot be found,
and they are met with harshness.
They do not beg for the morning,
while cursing the absent sun.
Instead, they rely on each other,
until the dreary night is done.
Why can’t people be like sunflowers,
and help when the well starts to run dry?
Instead, it becomes a selfish game;
no one cares when the stakes are high.
See, there’s this thing we don’t realize:
when the day is all said and done,
if we could all rely on each other,
we’d be like sunflowers without the sun.
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