THE SUNFLOWERS - by Mary Oliver

 

THE  SUNFLOWERS by Mary Oliver Come with meinto the field of sunflowers.Their faces are burnished disks,their dry spinescreak like ship masts,their green leaves,so heavy and many,fill all day with the stickysugars of the sun.Come with meto visit the sunflowers,they are shybut want to be friends;they have wonderful storiesof when they were young -the important weather,the wandering crows.Don't be afraidto ask them questions!Their bright faces,which follow the sun,will listen, and allthose rows of seeds -each one a new life !hope for a deeper acquaintance;each of them, though it standsin a crowd of many,like a separate universe,is lonely, the long workof turning their livesinto a celebrationis not easy. Come and let us talk with those modest faces,the simple garments of leaves,the coarse roots in the earthso uprightly burning.