Sunflower
Your once proud head
Now droops in sorrow,
Your bright yellow petals
Slowly wilts away,
As you find yourself dumped in the bin.
With little or no thought
Of the life still within.
Sunflower,
You grew in the soil,
Reached out to the warmth and comfort of the sun.
Only to be cut
As a pretty thing in a vase.
For a moment of beauty,
That most hardly notice.
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