Loyal and devoted, always drawn to warmth and truth.
The sunflower follows the sun as it crosses the sky.
Hopeful and renewing, her beauty perseveres after long, barren seasons.
The sunflower blooms at summer’s end, defying the drought.
Joyous and radiant, she lights up everything in her orbit.
Sunflowers, when left without sunlight, turn to face each other.
Resilient and strong, she thrives even where others wither.
Sunflowers grow strong through poor soil and harsh wind.
Intelligent and bright, once grown, her final choice is towards the light.
A mature sunflower finds its final direction facing east.
Transcendence and legacy, she leaves behind more than she ever asked for.
Even in decay, the sunflower feeds life long after the bloom has faded.
These are all reasons I love her.
The rest is about sunflowers.