Sunflowers

I
Words from prophets in the songs we hear, we take them to heart
Without really understanding, our heads turned to blazing suns so far away,
When all we have to do is speak with our roots.

II
Sunflowers learn to kiss the ground in their last few weeks of life,

Their heads bowed down, turned away from all they once knew.

III
Unconscious prophets,
Speaking truth as they sleep.
Maybe it doesn't matter whether or not they understand their own words.
Maybe it is enough that they sing,
And that we listen, our hearts taking flight in the beauty of their words as we recognize them.