Sun Flowers

Lately I've been walking in the evening. The daisies nod their heads toward the west, their white and yellow faces bending toward the fading light.

But today I wanted to beat the heat (and a busy schedule), so I headed out earlier. The daisies' heads were inclined toward the east, intent on following the path of the sun.

Indeed it seemed as though every living thing -- from the still flowers to the fluttering songbirds -- had joyfully welcomed the faithful orb and existed solely to follow its warmth and trust in its unfailing provision.

The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice.

J.R. Lowell