The sunflower
So bright, so brilliant
Every flaw so apparent
Along with its perfection
But is there any difference?

My judgement
Until now, so tainted
My beliefs ever so skewed
Convinced of one way only
Knowing not the disparity

The labels
And my— my insistent need
Instead of letting it be
To exist as it really is
The only way it knows how

True beauty
Everywhere, in everything
There are no flaws
There is only perfection
And a difference, there never was

(Written for the painting titled Sunflower Of Fire)