Confetti *
Sunflower, my friend
Does it have to end?
Do your duty like a marine
Soothing wounds better than cream
You might be dead
But would you rather instead
Watch over us as we cripple and cry
Or sit in a field as the world goes by?
You bring beauty to the frailest of people
A symbol brighter than any church steeple
In the delicate vase you live in
Whispering: don’t just give in!
Sunflower, my friend
Like everything good it must surely end
Please forgive us of our crimes
You’ll outlast us all in time