Somewhere, in the middle of a concrete jungle

choking on depression, anxiety, and a need to survive,

grow two sunflowers. 

In the middle of a busy highway,

saturated with road rage and

groaning under the weight of the high cost of living,

with many chasing down even the tiniest opportunity, 

grow two sunflowers. 

We have stopped living. 

We are barely surviving! 

Yet there, 

in the middle of the M2, 

where none have time for themselves, 

let alone for Mother Nature’s gentle reminders, 

grow two beautiful sunflowers, 

watching our daily hustle.