Followed By The Sun

I drag my hands across the petals of the soft sunflowers.

The smell of freshness fills the air and the sun shimmering through the hills behind.

I feel a hot shot beam into my back as the sun rises above.

Kneeling down on my knees, I gracefully pluck the sunflower out of its moist soil.

I lay onto my back with the flower rested on my chest.

Watching the sun come up and over until it's full daylight.

I spot shapes made out of countless clouds in the air above.

Soft dainty petals carry a scent of calm.

Sunlight aiming towards the sunflower

like a baby chick following its mother

down a rocky narrow road.