Just as the mighty river flows the gorge designed for it to take;
The little bee that never questions all the honey it must make;
Like the sunflower, so splendid, greeting the dawn of each new day,
So too could we be in harmony if we'd learn to trust and obey.
- Trish Guyer, Sunday August 9th, 2009
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