Monday, February 2, 2015

On sunflowers

Pert flowers frolic by a wooden fence,
Their open faces turning to the sun;
Umbrageous blossoms flaunt insouciance,
Delighted that the spring has now begun.
Sunflowers know the briefness of their stay,
But they drink beauty from the morning light,
And like bold lovers, they embrace the day,
Although aware the day will turn to night.
Their evanescent life will soon expire;
But their vital presence shows the best
Of life's tenacity, and its fervent desire
To never end, to spurn an urge to rest;
The wheel of life rolls on, its turnings sure;
Like present time, sunflowers can't endure.

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