They face the sun.

The mammoth flowers that grow taller than me. With dark, round faces and bright pedaled hair. Their stems are long, strong, and life giving.

The hills were plowed and seeds were planted. We gazed in awe and wonder as to what miracle God was unfolding.

The sun-loving dancers gradually rose - radiant and captivating. They bounce to and fro’, stable and confident in their stem they grow.

In resolve for a life that was lost, they gleam.

Their bumbling wind-blown rhythms exude hope

And celebrate grace rising from dark things.