A sunflower grows

in the melting blue of an ombré pot

on the windowsill of my sunlit room.

The suggestion of my supportive friends


is advice I can attest to:

It benefits a plant

if you talk to it

and sing to it,

and whether it’s owed to the music of my voice,

or the carbon dioxide brimming from my lips,

I talk anyway,

and I wonder

if it would help me grow

if I could hear You talk to me.

My sunflower is more of a greenflower now,

standing with only a foot’s height of pride,

still lacking the distinctive, bright yellow petals

and clinging to an unwavering pencil

for its needed support.

Are You my pencil?

When I was seven,

my dad planted maple trees

marching along the front yard.

When I was nine,

my mother seeded sunflowers

lining the winding driveway.

Fast-forward eight summers:

the sunflowers have long since wilted,

and the shriveled maples have been replaced.

My dad claims his thumb isn’t

the faintest shade of green.

But I know You have never failed

to keep me alive.

I maintain my sunflower,

and You sustain me.

But a plant’s dependence

is not on a person,

and this is where the parallels end.

You created an entire world of green and growth,

sprout and stem,

fern and forest,

leaf and lily.

There are fields,



oceans of plant life

that man is unaware of.

But if a single second occurred

that I slipped Your mind,

it would be the second I disappeared.

Sunflowers grow

on the windowsill of my sunlit room

and in a little corner of a vibrant cosmos.

I was always taught that You listen

when I talk to You,

and whether it’s because You ordained my words

or the fact that I am Your child,

I talk anyway,

because I am so much more dependent on it

than a musical voice

or the air that I breathe




I am more of a greenflower now,

standing with only a foot’s height of pride,

still lacking the distinctive, bright yellow petals

and clinging

to an unwavering God

for support.

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Cindy Green is a Canadian homeschool student who wants to live in a world where rain is colorful and mint chocolate chip ice cream is acceptable for daily consumption. But she is contented to live in one where dogs exist, fireworks are a regular occurrence, and trees are climbable objects. She began scribbling out fiction and keeping a journal at around age seven, and last she checked, hasn’t stopped. Aside from obsessing over the arrangement of words, Cindy spends her time playing piano, looking at pictures of outer space, loudly singing along to music, exploring the dictionary, attempting Highland dancing, and reading. She hopes to someday publish a book of her own, learn to skateboard without getting scraped, and witness the aurora borealis in the Yukon. Most of all, she wants to live her life colorfully and passionately for the glory of a good God and to point to her Creator as the source of all joy.
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  1. It’s beautiful. Beautiful title, beautiful cover art, and beautiful mastery of words.
    *reads it again* *shakes head* You’re a wordsmith on an entirely different plane than me. I humbly bow to your freestyle poetic superiority. And give you a suffocating welcome hug to the KP family.

  2. Beautiful, Cindy.

  3. Bethany Rose says:

    I love this! Great job Cindy.

  4. I love this so much.

  5. I think this is one of the best poems we’ve published, Cindy. I love it more each time I read it. ❤️

    • And I grow more speechless each time I read this comment. Thank you so, so much Brianna! <3 Thank you especially for your incredible editing. I appreciate your encouragement so much 🙂

  6. It’s lovely!

  7. Cindy! *hugs you tightly* You are so incredibly talented! I love this so much. <3 I can't wait to see all of the things you write in the future. With talent like this, you are going to do some pretty darn amazing things in your future! 😀

    • Thank you so much, Christi! *hugs you back* You are a poet I admire very much, and your work is definitely among my top favourites. Your words mean more than you know <3

  8. Derek Green says:

    Beautiful words flowing from a beautiful mind. Taking every thought captive, and exercising dominion over the English language to the glory of God! Looking forward to many more! Love, dad.

  9. ❤️❤️❤️
    That’s all I can say!
    Well, that and BEAUTIFUL!!!

  10. I cannot get over this. WOW. So, so BEAUTIFUL. I just…wow. Thank you for writing this.

  11. Maya Wylie says:

    Oh, Cindy!! It’s so gorgeous. I am so proud of how this turned out. Once again, THAT’S MY GIRL! You have such a talent with words and such a heart for using them:) The emotion, honesty, and passion with which you write is contagious, and continually dazzling. Your passion for writing is so encouraging and inspiring. You are a great force in my writing, and one of the main reasons I got started. This piece is a wonderful example of your sweet, sensitive way of making people’s days. You’ve made so many of mine and it’s a joy to read your work. Keep it coming, bestie!

    • I wish you could see how much you make me smile 🙂 You’ve always been there to give me amazing support. Thanks for all the years of reading early drafts, talking me into clicking ‘submit’, and encouraging me all the way. I’m so proud of your writing as well, and so happy I could be one of your inspirations 🙂 I love you, bestie. <3

  12. I love this poem Cindy! The parallel between the our care of the flower and God’s care of us is so beautiful! Keep up the fantastic work!

  13. Incredible words Cindy! What a joy to read it, the imagery is beautiful! May you continue to glorify God in your writing.

  14. Thank you so much for all your encouragement, Mrs. Stevenson! 🙂

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