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A flower named after the sun
Stretches its roots up through the earth
Seeking direction to grow and grow, how tall will it be
It opens its leaves and begins to pray at the start of a brand new day
It prays that it can bring pleasure and warmth to people passing by
It prays that it will be tended and cared for by its owner the young boy
It prays for strong sunlight to help it grow, let's hope its prayer is answered so
sunshine yellow
it's beauty wilting.
time is painful,
petals may fall
each day more.
but sunshine stays
Helianthus
The young sunflower bud awakens hoping
to burst into bloom and grow so tall.
The bright yellow petals will face east
and provide food and healthy oil for all.
She stared at the flower, a memory to unwind,
He loves me, he loves me not, they ran out of time.
The daisy was wilted now, thrown in between the pages of a book,
A rainbow of tears as she wanted just one last look.
© Cynthia Clark
What?
What is this I see? Starring right in front of me, as if it's Spring, and the sun is shining once again.
What is this specter that dares to haunt my dreams?
Telling me the cold is over, it's Spring!
What is this ghost of winters past, that haunts my very dreams, and tells me lies of things to be?
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A flower named after the sun
Stretches its roots up through the earth
Seeking direction to grow and grow, how tall will it be
It opens its leaves and begins to pray at the start of a brand new day
It prays that it can bring pleasure and warmth to people passing by
It prays that it will be tended and cared for by its owner the young boy
It prays for strong sunlight to help it grow, let's hope its prayer is answered so
sunshine yellow
it's beauty wilting.
time is painful,
petals may fall
each day more.
but sunshine stays
Helianthus
The young sunflower bud awakens hoping
to burst into bloom and grow so tall.
The bright yellow petals will face east
and provide food and healthy oil for all.
She stared at the flower, a memory to unwind,
He loves me, he loves me not, they ran out of time.
The daisy was wilted now, thrown in between the pages of a book,
A rainbow of tears as she wanted just one last look.
© Cynthia Clark
What?
What is this I see? Starring right in front of me, as if it's Spring, and the sun is shining once again.
What is this specter that dares to haunt my dreams?
Telling me the cold is over, it's Spring!
What is this ghost of winters past, that haunts my very dreams, and tells me lies of things to be?