Lone
A beauty
among the grassy knolls
A burst of sun
outshining all the others
How did you get here, dear sunflower?
Growing in the median
between two stretches of highway
You shouldnt be here,
it’s true you are a part of nature
but not this nature
I wonder if you know that?
That you are not a meaningless smog covered blade?
You are composed in an entirely different way.
The structural dynamic
that composes you
is head and shoulders above
your grassy comrades.
Does this make you better than all the others?
Either in thought or reality?
My heart longs to say yes,
but in reality your DNA
is the same
as those that surround you.
However,
the beauty of you
shall forever
bring sanity
to my listless existence.
Paper and Ink 