The Lonely Sunflower

I first saw you in Summer

When I thought life was better.

I didn't have it made

But at least things were stable.

Your petals were golden,

Face turned to the sun,

Soaking up the rays

And I smiled to see your face.

The time goes on,

The bus trundles by,

Engine groaning and whirring

And I notice you're still there...

Leaves are now falling,

Your seeds are black and ripe

Petals withered in the cooling wind.

It's time I was leaving,

But you're still standing there

Alone and blackened,

Shriveled on your stalk

Like a dead man still propped upright.

I've seen you through the seasons,

Through the time when I was cared for,

To the time when I am not.

I hope you grow back in the Summer

And I hope I do too.