Sunflower

 

The field would sway in hues of yellow

as the warm breeze came its way.

The farmer walked through the rows

Rows of bright flowers that blossomed in the day

 

The family of yellow flowers;

Acres and acres it spread.

The old man loved to see the little ones grow

extending their arms to the sun that led

 

As a small boy he’d say to his father,

"Look, how they greet him so joyfully

with their arms open to the sky.

They track him to the horizon then

bid him good-bye"

 

But then came a day when a tiny one was born

The family of his smiled away at the incoming sun.

But with his arms closed shut,

it seemed that he awaited another one

 

On a cold starry night, the farmer glanced out into the field.

Among the queue of heads turned to the ground,

the little one gazed up & above

 

The young floret unlike his kin,

smitten by the silver glow;

blossomed underneath the placid moon.

He followed her to the edge of the sky

Consoling his fretful soul,

she promised to see him soon.