SUNFLOWER, AH! SUN-FLOWER

Ah, Sun-flower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveler's journey is done: Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow
Arise from the their graves, and aspire
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.

By: William Blake

"Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. It's what sunflowers do."

By: Helen Keller