My Desire

As the wind blows and the leaves change, I cant help but think where I would  be without Him.
as the sunflower grows and grows, always reaching towards the heavens,  i wonder, why can't I be like the sunflower?
strong and sturdy, yet beautiful and gracefull.
as the nights grow colder and the snow begins to fall, the sunflowers die.
I watch from my window as it shrivels and falls, but its not sad I feel, its joy instead,
for when winter passes and spring is here, the sunflowers grow as they did before,
and as they will for many years more.