Bloom, bloom, bloom.

"All I wanted was a reassuring handshake and smile", she said.

But alas, there were no hands to shake and no smiles to give.

For the life she lived was a life of solitude and that is a life spent with a grave face and a dying heart.

It needed to be watered and it needed to bloom but it was left in a room without sunlight and that kept her heart from growing.

Maybe a heart can survive for a day or two without light, but it cannot live forever in darkness and it certainly cannot thrive.

So, dying heart and shaded sunflower, step into the light and shake the hands reaching out to you so ready to embrace and to hold you close with a million of smiles rooted and growing in an everlasting ray of joy.

Bloom.

Bloom.

Bloom.