The solitude, the sunflowers, the everything
I get lost— lost in it all
My head tells me I’m wrong
But my heart tells me the truth

It’s so easy, you see
When it all seems within a grasp
To search for the answers
Before the question is ever asked

The peace, the quiet, the everything
I can’t help but wonder
When I started this journey
Was I already where I needed to be

But back to the sunflowers
Their beauty, I can’t help but cry
The answers to which I was searching
It was within the sunflowers that they lie

(Written for the painting titled ‘The Solitude Of Sunflowers’)