Sunflowers face the sun, and move to its path over the journey of a day’s light.

They’re hearty flowers–sometimes with faces so large, wide, and heavy, they droop a bit, but still find tenacity in their stalks to turn to the sun. Their seeds are proudly displayed, and petals unfurl, daring anyone not to smile in their presence.

I can’t make the air, or the sun, the rain, or the soil. But sunflower, I promise you I will try to make the air fresher, the light brighter, the water purer, and the soil richer. I will do what I can so you can grow, and face the sun. And follow your path.