A DIFFERING PERSPECTIVE

 

 

 

"OoOooOooOoooooo..., " cried the tens of thousands of sunflowers,

all turning to watch the approach of the terrible storm.  As one, they

bent their heads, preparing for the worst, preparing for the coming

of the beating rain. They spread, a uniform blanket of bowed yellow

across the vast field, over its crest, beyond the far horizon. "OooOooo...,"

they cried again, shivering in the sudden coolness of the air. All...except

Sunny, who stood even taller, even straighter, keeping her face firmly

fixed on the glowing golden orb that yet hung in the late September skies.

 

 

Jo Anzalone

 

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