R.I.P lovely sunflower, rest your head in your leafy bower
You have given so much to inscts and bees, and now your seeds the birds hunger to appease
In the hot summer days when your life had begun, Your blazing face did
challenge the sun,
Fully eight foot tall you stood from the ground, loftily surveying the flowers around.,
Bestowing your smile to the birds on high, the Swallows and Swifts circling the sky.
But now your life is fading fast, the stems are turning grey
such a pity your beauty cannot last , the colours wasting away
But I've saved some seed from your bountiful store,
I'll plant them this spring , and come summer we will be able to see.. your beauty once more
Copyright © Arlene Phillips | Year Posted 2019
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