Sunflower

I hide

On rainy, dark, desperate days

Waiting in solitary confinement

Beneath the Dirt you threw upon my chest

I am saved from rotting in the ground

In which you buried me

The sun draws me from the earth

From which I am born

I open my arms to her

And gently sway in the wind to

The rhythm of the breeze

Warmth pulls me toward the sky

I grow tall, breaking free of this dirt                                        

That covers me

Free at last

~Diane Davies-Dixon