Sunflower in Bloom

What cruelty

What shameful tragedy hath befallen thee

That thou wouldst kill the Sunflower?

The soaring and abundant bloom

That blossoms this noon hour?

Have you not fed upon the seeds of love and charity?

Or would you rather cut it down for your austerity?

The thing about the sunflower,

is it heralds in the sun.

The time for your cold winter,

is almost nearly done.

Your time is spent.

Death reigns no longer.

Cruelty be damned

With the warmonger.

Summer comes

With each new day

Striking out

The winter’s slay.

And after winter’s long since left

The sunflower’s forever blessed.

Beware your call for winter’s blast

Or else you’ll find you’re on your ass.