To look into the face of a sunflower
Is to see creation, full of wonder
The need to dance, to smile for no reason
Other than their sheer beauty.
I also think of Vincent van Gogh
The dark places his mind took him
A fevered mind that tore at his flesh
How hard it is to capture perfection in oils
If he could see them now, he would know
He had captured those smiling dancing faces
for those of us who have eyes to see.
The moment he put paint to canvas
His sunflowers will forever smile at those who pass by
Daring you to feel anything
other than joy when leaving the gallery…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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