Song of the Sunflower
Was it the yellow of your bright petals
or the way you danced in the breeze
that I brought you home from fields?
Was it the strength of your upright stalks
or the camaraderie, your solidarity?
There in the sun you sang hope,
songs that filled a mourning heart;
there in the wind you whispered
plaintive farewells on conflicted air-
fill this grieving with consolation.
Outside my bedroom window lay
this lush bed of leaf and bloom;
here in season this heart remind-
morning greetings, eloquent sway:
your grace betrays this folly called war.
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