Something Real

Lonesome as he is, his days are dark and empty Something is needed to brighten his day Its like there is no light the clouds have hidden the warm sun Something bright, something fun must come his way A seed. A sunflower seed. Giving it life by planting it in the ground The roots start to grow The petals become a bright yellow To die. To die must be its greatest fear The color is fading from yellow to white To disappear. To disappear to where no one knows of His life is too complicated. It's dying down. Lonesome as he is, his days are dark and empty Something is needed to brighten his day. Its like there is no light the clouds have hidden the warm sun Something bright, something, someone must come his way